i’m ready to take these snowflakes down, ready to usher in spring.
but there is freshly fallen snow on the ground now…eight inches of it.
um, hello? it’s march 18. um, say what? it was 65 degrees F on saturday.
i’m eager for spring, eager for fresh growth on the trees.
i’m longing for lush and green, even though one of my favorite sights is a tree’s bare branches against the sky.
i’m longing for a change in the weather.
but mother nature reminds me that transition isn’t always clean and clear and predictable.
sometimes things have a timetable of their own.
sometimes things get a little whacky, a little crazy.
as we shift seasons now, i feel a subtle, mirroring shift within myself.
and it is not at all clear or predictable. and it definitely seems to be on a timetable of its own.
but the sporadically crazy and unsure is sinking into a delicious sense of yeah, this is how it’s supposed to be.
i can only say that i feel something shifting, moving, settling…if you can appreciate settling within movement.
because it’s definitely movement.
and it’s definitely a bit of settling, a bit of relaxing into.
it feels pretty good these last few days, like this is how it’s supposed to be.
not with everything all figured out and neat and tidy.
but moving along.
and resting within that movement.
because i believe there can be resting within movement.
and i believe you can feel crazy and peaceful simultaneously.
at least i can.
is that crazy?
sending a little love your way, m