The Equinox officially drove across the border more than twenty four hours ago, but this is my day to say; Hey... Welcome new Season!
Days continue to expand and steal minutes from night. The globe twists and spirals on its tiny orbit co mingled with those billions of others stars and planets in this tiny cosmic corner of the universe.
I cleaned out the pebbles in my narcissus planter and watered all the orchids. The narcissus, a fall tradition, graced this space during those days of winter with their bright white/fragrance. Now the smooth pebbles rest in eager anticipation of the next round of bulbs. While cleaning the pebbles I thought of all the events doing things for others and how patient the stones/pebbles are waiting for some small scrap of attention. Do I wait so patiently for scraps of attention to myself? What would my Alanon persons say to this? "Make a list of what you like to do. Then do it."
Those sensuous orchids propel themselves toward the unknown with abandon. The natural blooms of spring from the plum and cherry blossoms to the tiny bromiliads expel and distract even the most attentive observer/listener. All the changes demand that one arrive with a poem and suddenly poems are everywhere.
"Spring comes on the World -
I sight the Aprils-
Hueless to me until thou come
As, till the bee
Blossoms stand negative,
Touched ---
By a Hum."
--excerpted from Emliy Dickenson #1042
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