Spring

There is a thunderstorm outside my window. I am in awe of it. Here I sit, so small... so little. And beyond this pane of glass crashes a world of wonder and mighty power, tearing the heavens apart and rebuilding them with charcoal clouds. The rain pours down, a sacred thing, slucing through the branches of quivering trees, driving its way deep down to the heart of the earth as it rolls off blades of grass and car windows in a seemingly random dance. (The greatest secret - nothing is truly random.)

I feel awake... alive. The cup of tea in my hand is warm, as warm as the metal of my worn necklace... as warm as the coming air. Everything is a feast for my senses as I take in the storm and thank Deity for this. This Spring.

How beautiful are you, Beloved? How beautiful are you, Season? You who took so long to arrive... and now you stand! Dripping and full of blossoms at our doors. You laugh off your tardiness as you urge us all to rise up and dance... rise up and live... Look, there are blossoms - look, new leaves! Look at the animals giving birth and the birds singing and look at the greenery around you and feel your bones stop aching and your lungs breathing deeper and know that winter is past. I am here, now... you seem to say. At last.

My heart is too full for words.

Hum.

I realize that I've been Very Bad about posting here. I hope to fix that. ;)