Words for Wednesday 12/11

The robins We notice them in the yard / our first spring / a couple searching to build / mud and snarls of straw / over the back door / sacred blue eggs inside

The robins
We notice them in the yard / our first spring / a couple searching to build / mud and snarls of straw / over the back door / sacred blue eggs inside

 

I will now attempt to temporarily suspend my fear of birds…

 

For a week now, it has not been above zero degrees out.  (Ok, ok, I think it got up to 5 one day.  Fine.)  Robins are something I had mostly forgotten existed.  As is spring.  And mud.  Everything is gross street slush and frigid and silent.  The silence can be sacred, but it is no blue egg.  It strikes me how easily we can be distracted from looking forward, from knowing there is more than the current undertaking.

 

And yet, at the same time, it can be so important to be fully invested in the present.  No soul survives this kind of winter without smiling and remembering they love it.  Knowing it gets better is so important, but so is knowing it is good.  No matter how many times your eyelashes freeze, your lip splits with they dryness, or you thank modern technology for anti-lock brakes.

 

 

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One thought on “Words for Wednesday 12/11

  1. Love this post! I especially love the idea that knowing it will get better is important but so is knowing it is good. I love the winter for nesting and baking and family and doing the indoor chores we don’t do when we can be outside. Thanks for a great post.

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