I find that as I enter the hibernation period, I often stock up on words. Words that reflect the little light that is left as the twilight of the year arrives. Verses that remind me there is delight in dormancy and breadth in darkness.
You don’t have to go through a brain injury to experience death and rebirth. Break-ups, divorces, even getting fired from a job, are like little deaths that pull the rug out from beneath us.
I was slow to develop practical skills, including reading and writing; I thought it was because of Cerebral Palsy making it more difficult to exercise fine motor skills, but I’m not sure it was that, really.