A week away.
In eight short days the world transformed before my eyes. For one, I took a much needed break. I tuned into my heart and my essence and made space for joy. I watched and/or listened to this four five times. I made soup. I grilled out with my sister. I played games with my children. I spend a day with a friend who has known me for more than twenty years. I went to bed at 8 and woke at 7. I went outside to walk and play almost every day. I busied my hands and quieted my mind with the meditation of knitting.
And then as if winter was glancing at the my note of Spring Equinox on the calendar, mountains of snow melted away, an immense full moon smiled down, and spring arrived on a thundercloud, raining hard and singing its heart out in the voice of a red wing black bird.
Spring! My favorite season. Spring, a physical manifestation of hope and magic and rebirth and light and promise. The robins are home, the creek is rising, and the smell of earth rolls in through the open windows. Our tattered snow pants have been replaced by rain pants and all I can think of is planting seeds. Hello spring. Oh, how I have missed you.
Our week away brought us much time to connect, read, and rest. We even had time for a bit of thrifting and some museum visits and time with family along the way.
We're back home now, and ready to get back at it. The dreaming, the learning, the making, the magic.
How have you been? I missed visiting with you very much.