I run and my lungs burn dry with this cold cutting air. My body tells me, "She is here. Beneath. All around. Spring. Life." I jump up and run to see her; but outside, winter is still working hard.
the birds sing, "When?"
she breathes, "Watch."
Many see these intuitions as 'winter blues'. But today I know, we are all a pregnant body, feeling the kicks and jabs of blooming life within.
The flower beseeches, "I am on my way, in my time. When I am ready. Prepare a place for me." A resurrection is imminent.
My feet are hitting the broken and frozen pavement. Even though my panting returns, I am full of this future. The air is still cold. Winter howls through the towns, like waves, crashing against the shores. I am thankful for this insight.
-Excerpt from the journals....February 26, 2014