Balancing on the thin line between Winter and Spring
I apologize in advance to all of you who do not live in the west and perhaps are not astride the winter/spring teeter-totter. But here in beautiful Sonoma County spring, as I said in last week’s blog post, has spoken through the little Adder Tongue and is most definitely in the air. Winter, however, was not quite ready to pack up and go home so last week gave us an arctic pinch that left us surrounded by snow-dusted hills. Locals drove up into the mountains above Geyserville for a rare chance at sledding and snowman building. People filled their trucks with snow and piled it in their front yards (I know, I know everywhere else you are cursing and shoveling the snow off the front path…. again). Here we are surrounded by brilliant yellows singing a bold song of spring through the mustard in the fields, the daffodils along the path and acacia’s beside the road. The pinks have begun to add their harmony as well with tulip trees, plums and quince all blooming. We are anxious for spring but still thrill at the thought of winter. Tipping and dipping on our seasonal teeter-totter ride, neither here nor there. It makes me think that maybe it’s at the edges of things that we can see it most keenly; we sharply feel the longing for what’s passing and the thrill of what’s to come. Think about the thin places, the in-between times in life where we are gripping the soft, tattered, frayed cloth of yesterday in one hand while the fingers of our other outstretched hand just brush against the crisp organza of tomorrow. Hold fast, let go, everything changes, nothing stays the same. Until Friday….enjoy the ride.