The last time I posted here, it was the Dark Place that was on top. Winter is like that – it gets into everything, greys it out, pushes it down with its heaviness.
It seemed to take forever for Spring to get here, but just when it seemed like it would never arrive, there was the peek of green through the brown and grey and black… and hope once again rose forth. A collective cheer of relief rose up.
Just like seedlings, people need nurturing too – even as grown people or plants, we have to take care to get what we need to thrive. Winter is a bit tough for me in general, and now that I’m in an industry that has the most busy season when it’s cold, the demands to be “with it” and energetic don’t really mesh well with my natural inclination to mope and hide during the grey days. Luckily, spinning is a skill that works well with downtime, and spinning bright colors helps perk up my mood.
Lately, I’ve been feeling the tug to run away to the woods. I used to spend a lot of time taking walks or hiking along the Rivanna in Charlottesville… and here in Baltimore, there are so many gorgeous rivers, streams, and wooded parks tucked in all over the place – it’s just a matter of finding the time to get there. The lyrical-poetical-dreamer part of me needs the contact with the magical smells and sights.
Once, I broke off the path and went to look at some goldenseal that was growing wild… and I found a small patch of indian pipe growing, like icy little faery flowers from the forest floor. I’ve been longing to find a tiny secret tucked between tree trunks, to find a little natural beauty that’s waiting for the right eyes to see it.
I’ve been patient, waiting for the change. Now it is happening, and I want to be right in the middle of it.