I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
Around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
Where I left them, asleep like cattle…
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
And the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.
I have been feeling like my creativity is tied to the weather - up and down, cold and warm, sunny and cloudy. The boys seem perfectly happy with the ups and downs of April though - getting outside as soon as a glimmer of sun comes up, and coming inside when it rains. They also enjoyed a surprise visit from my sister - always a good excuse to get out and do something different!
I have been feeling the spring itch -- all of my cleaning and sorting and organizing this week has me in the mood for some warmth and sunshine so I can throw open the windows and let it all in!