Originally Posted Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Today is the last day of winter. It has been a fabulous one here, and truly I hate to see it go. Spring does not bring me much hope this year for some reason. There seems little chance of renewal. Recycling maybe. Recycling, rehashing, redoing, but no renewing. Spring on a budget, I think, the season reflecting the culture. The world looks worn and weary. I will do my part to help. I am getting my house cleaned and am getting new landscaping all around. I am putting new shutters in the dining room and bedroom. I will do the traditional spring cleaning and rid myself of much. It is riding me and must be jettisoned, this "stuff." I will feel better, perhaps, when things are cleaned up, redone, thrown away. Maybe I can make one thing sparkle.
With spring comes a body awareness. It is not just the extra pounds. It is the desire to live in a better vessel. No more cocktails alone. Yoga. Long, long walks and short runs. Breathing and eating simply. It sounds wonderful.
And it is next to impossible given the factory and the tyranny of working.
Perhaps I'll find some creativity again, find something to say or make. That is my hope for spring.
But I meant today to speak of winter, with its fabulously velvet dark and clear blue skies and dry, perfect air. That has been my winter. It has been the one truly enjoyable thing.
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