missives

(our Easter tree is blooming in the small, sunny room where it keeps us company)

Almost two months along from when I thought I would begin redecorating here, I am actually getting around to it…

Looking back, it feels as tho’ I’ve spent most of those weeks curled up on the sofa, trying to get through a long bout with the flu, not “ready” for the Spring tho’ longing for warmth and renewal, resting and waiting to become aware of what my first steps in this new season will be.

It’s why I’ve been so quiet here, as I wait to have something to say. And I’ll probably remain quiet while I work behind the scenes to refresh this space (and continue refreshing myself!). I’d love to begin my tenth year of blogging on April 30th with rooms that feel bright and cosy and restful. That is what Spring Cleaning is looking like in my own home this year…less scrubbing, more paring down and cheering up.

Wishing you well with your own Spring Cleaning, whatever it looks like, and I shall see you again soon when the apple trees are blossoming in our kitchen garden…

Everywhen.

A new word for me. When I discovered it this morning, tho’, I recognized it as my experience. “The eternal present” is much more real to me these days than linear time, which only seems more and more difficult to grasp (or work with!). Ten days ago, an altar was created for a friend across the world. There was nothing flowery in our still snow-skimmed world to add to the seeds and nest to evoke the coming of Spring, but I hoped that Mrs. Thaw might get to work with her broom in my friend’s world and my own…

Then we left for the North and found ourselves in a patchwork of snow-piled up grey and wind-blown white, warmth-from friends and family, barley-borne tastings slipping down our throats and fires and light of all sorts…even moments of coats-off, faces turned-up, sun-sitting…

Home again to crocus popping, speedwell spreading, peepers peeping. Mrs. Thaw has not been idle, yet cold returns tonight.

Life is a whirl, a jumble, a blur…but only when I try to contain it in the usual ways. If I leave my expectations behind, not even measuring in flowers, snow or whether the doors can be open or closed, it feels just fine.

Now if only I can find the key to living in Everywhen and still accomplishing, creating and experiencing all that beckons…