Waiting, between Winter and Spring
It’s feels kind of funny that it’s already been about 60 days or so since I recorded my spoken word piece, Hello Winter:
And here I am now, bringing you some musings on the transition to spring.
In this little video, I bring to you some thoughts that came to me as I sat at my writing desk, watching the snow flakes melt into the grass in front of me. I love the transition from winter to spring, with all the mud and the wild changes of temperature. I love to wait for spring to arrive. I live to welcome it.
To be as wild as a daffodil blooming in the first spring thaw pushing through snow and ice with fierce persistence to greet the sun to roar into this life with that same brightness and that budding risk of being torn to pieces by icy shards of winter to know what it is to be wild