Sunday, March 6, 2011
Last Lap of Winter
I look like a spokesperson for point and shoot cameras.
Bewitched, bothered and bedraggled: yep, that's me in the midst of the final dregs of winter. Though I saw one tree yesterday that has popped, and one precocious tulip in bloom, it's still not quite spring.
The uprushing energy is powerful and - because spring has not yet sprung - exhausting. I know in two weeks this city is going to be gorgeous, but right now most gardens still look beat down, brown and rather forlorn. The trees, oh man, they are SO READY.
I think about the chick in the egg, pecking her way out. It must take tremendous strength, determination, and will power. Spring, too, has to punch her way out of the ground, out from the tips of the branches. Rebirth is hard work! Whoa.
The birds are singing, so that's encouraging. And I guess feeling bedraggled is absolutely appropriate in terms of dancing in shamanic alignment with what's going on. I guess. Ya think?
Happy Sunday y'all.