The days are getting longer and sunnier once again. It really feels like this time doesn't exist during the gloomier months; it's really only a dream that sunshine and energy and baseball are real things. Each of these Spring days feel precious, like we made it past the dark days of winter and are holding on to our sense of self and peace before the summer craze comes along and claims our down time and quiet inner lives.
I'm really relishing my life these days, amazed and grateful to find myself so happy and contented by my home life, my job, relationships, and my inner life. Gratitude should be pouring out of me every moment for all the grace and love and good vibes that have landed me here. I can't hand all the credit to fate though, I feel like I learn a bit more every season about what makes me happy and the choices that lead me to be content.
The things that bring me joy lately is the noise of the birds through my cracked window in the morning, the softness of the sheepskin on my own, the gentle greetings of others first thing in the morning-an unknowing each day, without assuming you know anything of the person you knew yesterday. The feeling of laughter deep in my belly and my skin stretched across my face, my lips stretched completely.
Ahhh, and the beauty in farming vegetables, such physically rewarding, challenging, and stimulating work and the forever battle of fecundity and fertility constantly urging what we do. We have to ultimately and necessarily live in and deal with only the present. Dreams and hopes can merely be offered to the future.
But, alas, here's to Spring! To soaking in the present-the wind on your face, and your freshly washed hair tickling your back and neck. To this precious time of lilacs and lush green, the mingling of our past winter selves with out future summer selves. Here's to now, eh?
