Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I'm laughing at you, Brother Wind
The tree tops look fuzzy, crocus are blooming, and under foot the ground is rumbling, shaking, vibrating madly. Perhaps it isn't a literal rumble, but energetically spring is gathering its wits together: underground as well as above ground, the green world is about to pop. The trees are waking from their winter sleep. You know that moment every morning, right before you're actually awake, when you pull yourself out of your dream state in order to become conscious? Yeah. It feels like that here in Washington DC.
We humans are of course dancing shamanically with the energy. For instance, I've heard a lot of shouting during the last couple of days, not necessarily angry shouting, just shouting for the sake of being loud. People are smiling, or shouting, sometimes at the same time. Oh yeah, that is the tumultuous energy of spring just before everything pops.
The wind is whipping around this morning; it's cold. But the angle of the sun cannot be denied, my ill-tempered brother. Yeah Mr. Wind, I'm talkin' to YOU. Be a bad-ass as long as you can, my dear - the warmth of spring will soon send you packing back to the North Pole, or maybe the South Pole. Ha ha.
As an invocation of the coming season, I'm having a dinner party tonight. We will eat light, spring-inspired foods. All those heavy, soupy, stewy, curries and such? I'm SO OVER it. We'll have crab cakes (yeah ... CAKES) and a spring salad with mint, citrus, spring onions.
I love winter, but I'm so ready to sneeze and shout and smile all at the same time. C'mon spring. C'mon.