Betwixt and Between
Here we are again betwixt and between, neither here nor there, I’m talking about standing in the thin place between spring and summer. The capricious disposition of spring still prevails sending tufts of willow and dogwood floating in the afternoon sun like fairy moats dancing to the winds whimsy. But the unerring tilt towards summer can be read in the green grasses now dipping their tips in the golden paint of a California summer. Just this weekend I noticed the change, despite the heavy rains of last week, the grasses speak the truth… spring cannot last forever, summer will come. It is in these thin places that we feel the change most acutely, witness it most accurately. When we are in full burst, full bloom, full bounty we are too laden with the moment to think it can ever change, but change will come, as it must. So wherever you are, look for the thin places in your world, be witness to this moment of change and transformation and pause to preserve this green memory before it floats away like the willows on the wind, and turns gold in the inescapable sprint to summer.