Snow huh….
it’s in the waiting for spring,
increasingly the world seems to thrive as a
fast paced society
in a rush for change, hurry up, hurry UP
to move, move, move…
and then
to
wait
and complain, and complain and to
complain
even though the calendar says spring ,
this morning I wake up to a ground covering of snow
and wild whipping winds
my lovely crocuses holding tight
to their glorious purple gowns
curled in tight, gathered around them
now donning crowns and shawls of white
I smile at them, as
it appears they’ve been
anointed
and really, I find myself not the least bit disappointed in this
weather
this to me really is the nature
of spring
as it should be
an easing in..
a slow awakening
a soft transition from wintry blasts, snow and ice
to vibrancy, renewal and
growth
as a group we are in want of rush
of hurry, of change
to flip the page
but not me, I flourish on contentment
maybe it’s age, I don’t want to feel time’s passing
but I think it’s more than this
as we know very well, time does indeed
pass
and for me, while I am here,
I just wish to
notice
to feel, to see, to
taste
to appreciate
I don’t want to miss, a thing of beauty
I wish to always be
open
to be
astonished
to be a–ma—zed
and in practicing this
there is for me, in every day something that touches me
deeply
and every day I can feel myself expand in this blessing
I revel in the languid-ness of an intentioned life
my day off today,
after a brief step outside for gazing
in the chill
I take time to luxuriate in the sumptuousness of a hot shower
to bask in a morning reading a lovely book that is making me smile
as inside, I begin to dance
to sharing the morning with my love
coffee and later lunch together
before he goes, and as he does
to savouring
kisses
today, I am listening to the extraordinary Amy Winehouse
with great reverence
three albums I have just acquired
once again, I am ‘late’ to the party
never one for the popular vote, I suppose
I like to come to things on my own terms
in my own time…
to a falling in love, deeply
genuinely and
slow
I am a firm believer in all things in good time
no matter how much we like to push
or rush
I am almost certain
things do happen.. as they should
like life,
like love
like beauty
and yes ..
even
like
spring
easing in
slow awakening
gratitude
and
contentment
much to savour
and always time
to
do
so ♥
to you this day, with these words in my head,
from The Waking by Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow…