My bushes and trees have large buds. The hyacinth and iris are shooting up out of the ground. I wanted a salad for lunch yesterday, and I dipped my toes in the ocean at the beach. I have been cleaning and airing out and reorganizing. Today’s 71 degrees has me smiling. Yes, I am ready for spring.
Spring is the time for planting. It is the time for the ground that has been resting or lying fallow to be nourished and prepared to take an obvious part in the life cycle again. That describes me. I think the “winter of my despair” is about over, and I am looking forward to blossoming again as the new me.
I was lucky enough to have my cousin Deb from Minnesota visiting over the weekend. We talked about so many things, but one of our conversations that has stayed with me was – drum roll – the weather! It was unseasonably warm there on Saturday, but today is was hovering near 0, while here it was in the 60’s on Saturday and hit 71 this afternoon. She said she didn’t want to go back to the frigid prairie today. And I agreed with no hesitation. She got on the plane anyway.
It wasn’t just the temperature that got me thinking, but that was part of it, I suppose. I had this sudden knowing that I am where I am meant to be. More than the sunshine, I want to be here. In this house, in this neighborhood, in this town. For the past 15 months or so, I have toyed with the idea of moving. Because I didn’t have a solid reason for leaving, though, I stayed, but I was wide open to leaving. Until that conversation. I am home. I am not just comfortable, I belong.
I have no regrets about my past, but I did start my adult life early, with a pregnancy and marriage at age 18. Until Kevin passed away, I have never lived alone. Well, there was that year + when he was in Brookings and I was in Pierre, but it was temporary, and he was with me every weekend, so that doesn’t count in my mind. This is forever, or at least the foreseeable future. So many things I never tried, or places I never went, or people I didn’t meet, because I had made other choices that had long-term obligations attached to them. This time, now, is my time. While I have my health, adequate disposable income, and plenty of time, yes, this is my time to do whatever I want, wherever I want, with whomever I want. Bloom where you are planted, goes the saying. I’ve been planted here for some reason, so I’m going to do my blooming now. Wherever I am, I am keeping a divine appointment, says the Daily Word meditation. I am here, so it is meant to be. What a wonderful time spring is! So full of anticipation, of possibility. I intend to bloom happy as a daisy and pretty as a pink button carnation.
I’m getting quite good at attracting what I want. Yesterday at the beach, Deb wanted a conch shell, and so I asked Kevin to put one where we could find it. I told him I wanted it orange-y, about the size of my fist, and unbroken. Of course, we found one shortly thereafter. Deb was skeptical, so I then asked Kevin to give us a sand dollar, white, about the size of a silver dollar, and unbroken. Immediately we came across one. And then a second one. Deb said he was showing off, and the second one broke in her hand! The moral of the story is, I asked and I received. Today I am asking for continued abundance in my life: abundant love, abundant energy, abundant friends, abundant health, abundant resources of all kinds. I am soaking up all I need to blossom and grow and thrive here.I am ready for more; I’m Solowingnow. Bring it on.