Spring is the time of year when I’m most content with just sitting and staring dumbly at nature’s exuberances. My Piscean March birthday makes me particularly vulnerable to wanting to weep at the beauty of it all.
But this year is particularly poignant because we are about to leave this gorgeous home of ours for the north country. The house sale is pending, and I’m off next week to find our next home in the south Puget Sound area of Washington.
For weeks now I’ve been living in two worlds in my imagination. Were I a more experienced shaman, perhaps I would move more gracefully between the imaginal realms without the upheaval of loss and dislocation alternating with expectation and exhilaration. But maybe not.
Two sides of the same coin
Me in two places
North and South
East and West
Sun and Rain
A split personality
A here today there tomorrow
A bifurcated goddess of Spring
Dwelling in two regions at once
Traveling the sensory tapestry
Of the be here/there now
A shaman riding the dragon’s tail
Landing softly in two places to