I must blog now, because if I HAPPEN to awake before the Vernal Equinox (7:44 AM, EDT), I will almost certainly still be abed, sans contacts, and bleary-minded.
But my morning lethargy is not indicative of the warmth with which I greet the most magical of seasons.
Surely there have been longer winters, but never have I waited for Spring with as much yearning as I do tonight. Why? Why, I have no idea. I am neither injured nor particularly wanting. I seek no external magic to improve my life. In fact, these days I seem to be counting on my own energy to raise me, not some vibration on the breeze. And that is never a bad thing.
But, that vibration on the breeze ... Is that ever a bad thing either?
So, why is a turn of the planet so meaningful to me? Maybe because rebirth, re-invigoration, renewal – tcha! all those “re” words – feel so damned necessary. Maybe, I need the progression of the season to partner with the sense of optimism I feel. And, maybe the promise of blue sky, warm sun, sweet-smelling breezes, rampant flowers, and clamoring fertility is just plain right on time.
So, here I am, waiting on this busy Pennsylvania road, where we rushrushrush to get wherever we think we need to be now. The sun plays tag with us, and then goes inside to watch Judge Leroy Brown. The trees are sleeping – or maybe they are just ignoring us. A few brave strands of green push through the soil with such faith that the fates will align in their favor. The grass is that 70s appliance green-brown that we would never choose to see again.
Wait – Who IS that crazy-looking chick strolling down the road? See her? I think I know her. Do you know her? And, what magic compels the sun to come out just in time to highlight the flowers in her hair?