Will It Be an Early Spring?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Separation.
Changes are coming. Huge changes in my life. I feel them in the same way my parents feel the coming rain in their joints. I feel them Â in the same way an animal skitters to safer ground when they feel an earthquake coming.
This morning, I walked outside, heading to work, and felt Spring in the air. I saw both robins and bluebirds, the latter being quite rare here. The realization of coming Spring surprised me. I thought it was still Winter. I hadnâ€™t realized how quickly the struggles of Autumn had passed and that it was already the
31st day of January.
Of course, itâ€™s Imbolc, or Brigidâ€™s Day, which has been Americanized as Groundhog Day. The legend of the groundhog seeing its shadow and six more weeks of winter goes back to the pagan festival and the idea that if Imbolc is sunny and fair, the wintry season is not yet done, but if itâ€™s cloudy and gray, then Spring is around the corner.
Iâ€™ve felt Spring in my bones for weeks now. Even in the dead of Â Winter, Iâ€™ve felt it coming. I looked at the basket of gourds in the dining room last night and, attuned to the seasons as I am, I turned up my nose at them. I was craving flowers in- stead. Seeds. Planting. Blooming. The beginnings of what will be a new harvest.
I look to the trends around me and try to guess where the changes will occur this Spring. I look as well to where my attachments Â are Â that Â arenâ€™t Â so Â permanent Â as Â I Â might Â have thought or even, at one time, hoped. Though Iâ€™m very competent at my career, it no longer Â holds Â any strong draw for me. The only attachment left of it is in the security of the paycheck and the health insurance. Who I am is no longer Â contingent upon my employment. I no longer define myself by my job titleâ€”that in itself is a big change over the past few years.
So, Iâ€™m told repeatedly, changes in my job are coming. Whether thatâ€™s a promotion, a new office, or a thumbed nose at the establishment, I donâ€™t know. But a change in that area of my life feels very right.
I feel a change coming in my health, too, though I canâ€™t mark it. I think itâ€™s a good change, though. Iâ€™m down 18 pounds from where I was a year ago, and fluctuate a pound or two on either side of that number (depending on whether Iâ€™ve spent the weekend with my momâ€™s chocolate â€œguiltâ€ cakes that I dare not not eat or sheâ€™ll feel bad), but Iâ€™ve held it steady as Iâ€™ve slowly dropped a couple of sizes. Itâ€™s not that Iâ€™m more aware of what I eat now, but that I deserve to have a healthy lunch instead of grabbing whateverâ€™s quick out of a vending machine because I have to work through lunch. And getting out and exercising is all about making more time to be good to myself and keep my â€œrental unitâ€ running smoothly so I can do all the things I want.
And, too, I feel a change coming in my love life. This change is different from the sense of having a partner again and whether or not I â€œneedâ€ someone. This new sense is about falling in love, not slipping into need. Thatâ€™s different, too. I ac- knowledge that hey, you know, I think I like the idea of being in love with someone whoâ€™s in love with me. I donâ€™t require it for my existence, thereâ€™s not necessarily any practical or biological reason to have it, and if I want companionship, I have friends and I have family and I have a dog. But this is totally impractical and unnecessary to Â my Â physical existence on this plane. The willingness to say, yes, Iâ€™ll be open to what the Gods send to me and Iâ€™ll do this again because I like being in love, even with all the risks.
I get a glimmer of it. That warm feeling of just wanting to be with one person in particular and the canâ€™t-wait-to-see-you hopes behind it. The Â serenity that comes with being together, being in each otherâ€™s presence and everything being okay, being soothing to our jagged edges, being a walk in the park, whereas being separate is full of yearning and anxiety and all the Â fears and doubts associated with the outside world. Itâ€™s communication Â with just a look of knowing, of adoring, of admiring, of wanting peace and pleasure and warmth for each other and both doing whateverâ€™s possible to help make it happen. Itâ€™s talking all night and then at other times, never saying a word in moments when frantic kisses will do Â or Â when just lying in each otherâ€™s arms is more than enough. Itâ€™s racing after our own dreams and running back excitedly to tell each other about Â them before bolting off again, sometimes together and sometimes by our ourselves. Itâ€™s finding refuge from the troubles around you in each other and, even in the sanctuary of the relationship, knowing that uneasy moments will pass between and misunderstandings will occur and insecurities and ego will cause friction, and yet, thereâ€™s commitment to growing both independently and together and individualizing fully and supporting each other emotionally and spiritually. Itâ€™s looking over the landscape that was once seared to the ground and all destroyed and now seeing the seeds have been planted and the flowers grow lushly and the buds are beginning to open and the garden that was once destroyed has been rebuilt, replanted, and now can be rejoiced in.
And I think itâ€™s coming again. I donâ€™t have a man in my life right now, but somethingâ€™s in the air. I also donâ€™t have a new job lined up and I have no idea if Iâ€™ll spend the next six months fighting off another allergy-induced infection as I did last year or training for a marathon. I donâ€™t know whatâ€™s out there and what the Gods will offer me. But I do know that big things are coming, unnerving and unsettling things, but theyâ€™ll take Â me to a whole new life or a whole new way of looking at lifeâ€”Iâ€™m not sure which or both. And I do know that Spring is coming.
Whether itâ€™ll be an early Spring or six more weeks of
Winter, Iâ€™ll have to wait and see.