Landscape

Being outside feeling the pre-storm mountain barometric pressure lushness of the last budding of spring as the final trees unfurl their leaves and the shade garden is covered with intoxicatingly fragrant lily of the valley.

almost Spring

today I saw the crocuses but I think they bloomed yesterday. And I heard the peepers for the first time though others heard them the day before.

The Earth is soft, not squishy but ready.

The warm gentleness of these new days just after daylight savings is a gift. I think it might get cool again for a bit and I am sure that we will have weird and perhaps terrible weather this season, but I am looking forward to spring.

It’s odd sometimes how the equinoxes seem the least balanced because there is such an aliveness of activity. And yet the action of sun rising or setting is somehow held for a moment timeless.

Winds howl

Fierce winds swirl around the house and come up under my feet in this old room of wide plank floors basically on the earth. It is finally cold and the second day that snow has been on the ground all season.

Sorting out direction amid the wyrrd socio-economic politics of the world beyond my grasp, causes internal discordance that even strong winds cannot clear.

Woke before dawn and lay in bed longing for peace and solace. Should have just gotten up and made coffee and a fire. Now, though it is still early, the sun is already moving high and mocking my loss of the day.

One thing at a time is so hard

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Open the door

Today is Winter. Cold and white and quiet. And yesterday was Spring, soft and warm with birds singing.

Today we fought touching cords that shattered hearts. Must be the Imbolc season of breaking.

Today I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what we have built up or broken down with words and silence. Only that there are tears, and that beneath the snow the water flows.

Today birds flock in the branches around the Bridget shrine. They fly almost cheerily there and yet are no where else about.

Today the trees silently drop piles of snow like oversized flakes and the stream gurgles loud.