It seems important for me to find my voice again. Lucy and Zac Joey’s voracious blogging has surely taken up some serious time and some real space. In this moment I’m wondering what it is that I need to say separate from the Doodles, the both-alive-and-not-so-alive-canine-duo.
This winter has had its way with me! I am tired and sad, yet fine and ready. It’s all true.
Simply the putting on and off of so many layers of clothing has worn me down! Enough already, I cry to the heavens. Enough with the blowing wind and the frosty mornings, the melt turned to ice, the ice, returning to melt. I know, I know. Complaining about weather is about as futile as it gets. But damn, I feel I’ve earned some complaining.
Spring has officially arrived. The light is gorgeously changing; the day, expanding. The birds are returning, the air seemingly filled up with chirps and peeps and beeps. There is an owl whose powerful plaintive call follows Zac and me on our walks. I cannot see it, but, oh, how the sound lives.
Ah! Perhaps that’s the lesson of the day—just because I don’t “see it,” doesn’t mean it’s not happening.
- Just because the temperature isn’t 50 degrees, doesn’t mean spring isn’t here.
- Just because I sometimes feel alone, doesn’t mean I’m not surrounded by protection and love.
- Just because, as the new picture on my website shows, early spring is brown and drab and somewhat hopeless, doesn’t mean flowers and color and life aren’t awaiting us?
- And just because it’s been a difficult time of letting go, doesn’t mean that life isn’t abundant and rich?
Oh, it is so easy to forget. And yes, what is forgetting, but a doorway into a more authentic remembering?
Here’s to this moment, no matter the temperature, no matter the shades of sun or sun-less-ness.
Here’s to the moment, and whatever it brings us.
