Vernal Beatdowns

My spirit guides tell me that the essence of springtime is struggle. Think of the chick pecking her way out of the eggshell, or the germinating green shoot breaking through the seed cover. What they tell me is that spring is about both the eggshell and the chick, the seed cover and the germinating green shoot. Spring is about the struggle to re-emerge, which includes whatever we're busting out of, metaphorically as well as literally.

It's true that once I see cherry blossoms, I expect warm weather to settle in, I expect sunshine and gentle breezes, (aka the green shoot) even though I should know better because every year spring is a wrestling match between nice weather and blustery, cold, rainy weather (aka the seed cover). Same as it ever was. These expectations come out of the fact (so say the spirit guides) that I prefer to identify with the chick, with the green shoot. I want OUT of winter, as fast as possible.

The eggshell, the seed cover - they provide protection through the season of darkness and cold, and should be honored, I'm told, even as I'm pecking away furiously. The eggshell is a worthy adversary, after all. I guess. I know people who identify with the eggshell and seed cover, who batten down the hatches when spring arrives, who actually kind of dread re-emerging. I've resisted change in this way, metaphorically only - never literally when winter gives way to spring. Interesting, eh?

Instead of getting all pissy when cold weather returns (as it has in the last couple of days) it's possible I could remember the protection of the eggshell for the developing chick, the way the seed cover holds the plant carefully and lovingly in the cold ground over the winter.

Maybe.

I mean, maybe I could remember to honor the eggshell, the seed cover. I'm trying anyway. It's supposed to sNOw tomorrow. My friends arrive on Tuesday. I'm trying not to pout (such an unnattractive behavior for a middle aged lady).

As always my spirit guides have offered ways in which I could find my way towards wisdom and good behavior. They have offered an insight that could broaden my perspective. When, oh when, will I learn to listen to them? Happy Saturday from FREEZING Washington DC. Dang, man.