The rain has stopped, for now, the chill has subsided somewhat, and it is spring as I have known it. A green haze of new growth forming. Chard is happily growing, And Magnolia has done her best to show up.
And I feel the same somehow.
Maybe you have noticed my usual energy and joy have been missing. Those of you who know me. (What a strange thing that can be, to assume, in this Web World)
I have had some horrible interactions here (and elsewhere lately) and they have hurt me. I also understand where my old slow style no longer fits into the Zoom and IG (instant gratification) world. And finally, I can say, I just don't care. enoughDo I need more than this?
Here we are, symbolically. Gathered. Holding a circle. Of cloth here, a small thing Michelle sent way back, and Nancy's seed boat, and me the snail, and old bell that still rings, and all you, the lions in my life. Parked on a slice of walnut from a downed tree here, a gift from the tree guy who has lived in this nowhere town forever and never shows up when he says he will. But shows up all the same.
Today I looked again and saw this cloth weeping. And I felt I knew why. And then I saw rain. And understood how necessary that is. And I felt Free. Going to a bit of Free Storming today, redefinition is so needed.
I need to put a ragmate list here, A PlaceKeeper. It got lost in the shuffle.