Welcome to mud and flowers.
Are you feelin' it? Resurrection? Mother Earth? New beginnings? It is a time when worms, wolves, people, and ideas emerge from life-restoring dormancy.
You know you are a part of it all when the sunray lingers on your eyebrow as you unbutton your jacket.
It's time to get on the move again. Its' time for the immortal poem of Mary Oliver. It's time to leave the office, the bedroom, the boardroom, or the classroom this week, go for a walk and come out fully.
WILD GEESE
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
(Mary Oliver, Dream World, 1986)
If you feel alone, do what you need to do in order to believe again. Take a risk. Speak with everything you got and offer everything you are and you will, you will, you will, belong again.
Samir