Year’s end,
All corners
Of this floating world,
Swept.
Matsuo Basho
I ordered seeds for planting today. January seems like the likeliest time of any.
Spring seeds begin in winter, when the earth is a mess of mud at the least, frozen unforgiving ice and snow at the worst: The world swept over with winter’s message of rest and quiet, peace and reseeding.
Here where I am, the earth is warm from 60 degree days, rain’s arrival imminent. We enjoy the out of doors while we can; wash the car of its Michigan salt-coat taken on from holiday travel; play with the ball and the dog; always together.
The sun peeking there in and out of the floating clouds; this is something at which to marvel. A day in winter, full of winter quiet and winter hibernation, yet still, always, so full and alive, if I look.
Today, a new year begun, a next step fully walked into, I look.
in love.
trish