For Sunday, March 20, 2016:
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
It is the first day of spring here in this little corner of the Northern Hemisphere. It doesn’t feel like the lushness we associate with spring, but it is quite Vermont-like: cold and changeable. At least there’s no snow this year.
It seems, though, my muse has the spring fever we imagine. I have tried and tried, and tried again, to write a post for today, but my brain just won’t settle down enough to string together more than a few words that make sense. So I’ve decided to give the ol’ brain and my muse a sabbath rest and suggest that others go out and play, if it’s warm enough where you are, while I take a day’s break. I will contemplate (maybe via a nap …) the days that are coming when the earth is warm enough to give and receive again. In the meantime, I reserve the right to use this Rilke quote again when it is – and hopefully the muse will return well before then.
Blessings on your day, wherever you are!