Clearing The Air

At last, two full days of glorious blue skies and dry, warmer winds from the North and West.  This is greatly appreciated by me, and my hope is it will ease the prickletiness hanging above everything.  I can smell the crispness of linens snapping in a stiff breeze on a March afternoon.  I can feel the building warmth absorbing in the earth, awakening life and renewing the cycle.  I can taste spring greens soup and lavender cookies. I can hear the chaotic melodies and harmonies of multitudes of returning birds, all singing in praise and gratitude for the wonders of spring.  It’s coming, gods bless, it is coming.  Though we may yet have howling, wicked winds, driving snow storms, and sheets of ice, the inevitable is there, in the air, riding in the carefree winds of this day.  I see life about to arise, to take back the Northern Hemisphere.  Joy!

With a bit of sunshine and loud Basque music and several whirling trips across my living room, I’m starting to return to my more comfortable form, the gentler mama bear, and not the snarling, defensive, sleepy bear who wishes not to be disturbed.  I’m even coming to terms with other people’s ill-tempered behaviour.  I can avoid, or I can walk away, or I can face it head-on, or I can laugh, or I can cry.  In fact, there are boundless choices to cope with this, and I prefer not to judge one as more appropriate than the others.  In each case, any course of action may be the best option, or no course of action.  I think I am done analyzing it and will opt to go wherever the current of the day sweeps me.  Today I feel like smiling a bit, and shedding a few tears of relief and joy and nostalgia.  Perhaps I may even leave the constraints of my abode and venture to the shoppes for craft supplies and new shoes and groceries.  Or continue being engrossed in learning the art of curling on the Olympics channel, whatever.  The point is the sun is warm, the snow is melting, and so, hopefully, is the ice encrusting people’s hearts.

If ever I needed some tangible proof of a spiritual plane and a godish, or goddessish being, here it is-a day like this, timed like this.  After being pushed to the brink of despair, I can step back and just enjoy the view.

Love and light to everyone,
Tanya