Standing on the precipice from winter to spring

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.

About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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6 Responses to Standing on the precipice from winter to spring

  1. Gwen K says:

    I picked spring jacket as I have the past few days. Today it feels like I’ve rushed the season. It is indeed hard to stay patient.

  2. kiwiskan says:

    definitely agree ‘grey days are for returning to bed’… 🙂

  3. Gallivanta says:

    We have a grey day so I am warming myself and the kitchen with roasted vegetables. 🙂 Autumn could halt its entrance for a while, as far as I am concerned, but it seems to be in a hurry to get started.

    • inmycorner says:

      Your fall – our spring. Yet, we are both needing warmth from a heated oven. It is the oven that bridges the continents on either side of the world. Cool.

  4. Dawna says:

    We are so fortunate to have time on our side—when time is slow I pause to reflect on fun memories, happy times with friends and family. When it moves fast it seems like life is in the fast lane. As I reflect—we had our son Sean and family join us for their March break— in Hilton Head—the time raced by but fun was had by all—no boots or heavy coats to wear just swim suits, shorts and at night, a light jacket. Spring came to visit Sean and family early— but alas— they must go back to the beginning of Spring as they travel back home. At home-Sean and family can now reflect on what is just
    around the corner—-SPRING

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