...sometimes even a single feather is enough to fly. (Robert Maclean)


looking for signs of life

This has been the longest, winteriest winter...
Too long of a winter can really take a toll.  

As soon as the weather starts to really break, 
my favorite thing to do 
is to walk around looking for all the little Signs of Life.

All the signs of spring are a salve for the spirit.

Every little thing I see,
 I can feel the cells in my body
let out a collective sigh of relief.

But it's beyond relief.
It's relief paired with JOY.
Now that I think about it,
it's actually beyond joy.
It's downright exultation!

I could dance a muddy-boot-dance
around every bed of crocuses,
every burgeoning tulip or daffodil.


They are such assertive little spikes...
emerging, self-assured, and so vibrant. 

This annual rebirth.


It's staggering to me.

The world presents itself 
with so much metaphor and meaning.

Opportunities for insight and growth
and just plain old fun
abound every day.

The world is springing back from the weight of winter 
and I see 
the trees are pulling sap up
from deep within the earth
in order to grow their buds.

I've been hearing ovenbirds and yellowthroats
and the bubbly exuberant songs of wrens

And I saw a robin!
Hello again, old friend...

 Water is flowing once again.

And the gardens are even perking up, with no help from us!
...some hardy beautiful kale mix that over-wintered with absolutely no mulching!
and garlic, glorious garlic...
is starting to peek out and say
"Geeez, Spring, what took you so long?"

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