Standing on the precipice from winter to spring – it seems that time just stands still. There is no hurry. The ground still sleeps. It takes time to wake up having slept so long and so deep. Like my body, there is no way to rush into the next season. We must heal. We must recover. And that takes time. Life unfolds on its own time. My mind, however, rages forward in a frenzy of questions and future plans. My body lays still. What will I need? What will I see?
Winter coat or spring jacket? The sky is dank and dark with rain.
Blue jay or robin? Lucky, lucky robin, lucky, lucky me. Lucky, lucky robin, bring good luck to me.
Boots or runners? Runners of course because they are good for the spirit!
Sweater or t-shirt? Sweater – always a sweater as one never knows!
Jeans or spring pants? Hmmmm. No answer.
Oven or barbeque? BBQ is always better, but the oven’s heat feels good today.
Stay in bed or get up? How about both? Grey days are for returning to bed.
Tuque or sun hat? That’s a tough one. There is no sun. I have no hair. No decision.
Window open or shut? OPEN! Just a crack – to hear the birds.
Winter or spring?
It is a slippery slope on which I stand. I’m happy to let go of winter and see it disappear far behind me. Winter hangs on. The sky is dark and overcast. The songs of the spring birds defiantly penetrate the thick air. Everything seems to be waiting. Time moves slowly. Spring has paused. Winter or spring? No answer. Not yet. Rest. Be still. My time will come. Spring will come.