Having been sick for the past two weeks – my long saga of a cold ended up with bronchitis, a secondary sinus infection and required the help of that pesky Western medicine thing to kick – I totally missed one of my favorite holidays, Ostara. What can I say, when I do get sick, I get sick BIG.
But, all is not lost because as fate would have it, the last two weeks here SUCKED anyway. LOL. It didn’t feel much like Spring. It snowed every day, further proving the point that March can indeed both come in AND go out like a lion. So, you know, it really was no big, except for the sick part, to spend the holiday in bed and/or in a zombified state.
But today, ohhhhhhhhh, today Spring is here! The sun is shining, the birds are singing and there is a little bit of magic in the air. Last night we built our very first little bonfire of the season. We sat around outside and tipped back some good beer and had a regular Friday night. I do love me some renewal of the Earth, as everyone knows, and Spring is just a special little guy to me. So messy and untidy and unruly.
Spring is like my black cat. You know, he can be beautiful. And then he goes tearing through the house like a mad banshee, or trying to climb the wall, or jumping up my leg (yes, the cat jumps UP my leg like a little kid that is begging to be picked up because I made the mistake of carrying him around like a baby when he
was a kitten).
Oh but it was SO cute you know I'd flip him over and carry him like a baby and he'd "help" me with taking the laundry from washer to dryer and when we watched TV I'd lay him on my lap and run his lil' belly.... Oh he was adorable!
And now….he weighs 17 pounds. But, to me he is just like Spring. An unruly little crazed, lovable demon that you just cannot keep contained. He is always into something and normally it is something he shouldn’t
be. He rests when he wants, he plays when he wants and he really isn’t on anyone’s schedule but his own.
And spirit. Spring is about spirit. Plain and simple. It is muddy and messy and wet and sloppy and it ain't always pretty to look at and then....you see that ONE flower. Or that little bird's nest full of blue eggs. You finally feel the sun warming you as you sit behind the windshield of your car in traffic. You smell
that wet, rotting, growing smell of leftover leaves from the fall mixed with cool rain and frost. That is life under there. Changing and clawing and creeping upward ever so slowly. You can't hold back Spring. You gotta just pick it up and rub that belly!