Happy Spring

When I started this project, it was fall. Now it's nearly March, and in my part of the world the light is changing, the ground is thawing, and I'm beginning to exhale a little of winter's long in-breath. I've never spent much time in parts of the world where the seasons don't change like they do in New England. For me, fall and spring have always been transitional times, both in the natural world and in my own being. In the summer, I relax more deeply and feel more content than at any other time. And in the winter, I seriously hunker down- literally in my bed. But spring and fall ask for activity, ask for movement; they give permission to make changes, to end and begin things, to actively seek what will enrich our lives and bring us closer to ourselves. When I was younger, I loved summer the best. I could have stayed in the warm contentment of those long, friend-filled days forever. But as I come more and more fully into my adulthood, I find that the transitional months thrill me the most. It's comforting to know that I am still fluid, that my life is still- and will always be- taking shape.

This weekend, I am packing up my house and moving. And I am starting a new job and applying to graduate school! I've been corresponding with a psychic and making new friends. I'm giving away lots and lots of stuff, and I'm finalizing my divorce. There are lots of endings happening, but somehow in the spring, it's easy to feel them as changes- changes that are making room for all the right things, whatever they may be.