Spring has sprung…well, almost. The days have grown longer and longer, to those that observe DST, the time has changed. Easter or Ostera, depending on how you feel about it, is right around the corner. We’re almost out of the dredges of winter.
For years, a good friend and I have lamented that the “New Year”, takes place in the dog days of winter. It doesn’t feel right. Several cultures observe their new year during the spring…and it just seems right. Better. More fitting. To start over again as the world starts over and everything turns lush and green and flowers bloom.
This has been a particularly brutal new year. A very hard winter. Things I’d rather not speak about have rocked me and my family to my core. I’m not trying to be cryptic; this isn’t the space for the whole story. I’ve spend the last god knows how many weeks carrying a very heavy weight…there is an end in sight. Spring will bring me many changes.
There’s a song lyric that is stuck in my head as I write this, “I’m sad again, don’t tell my boyfriend”. There’s been an undercurrent of sadness in my existence since the beginning of winter, and I need it to melt as the snow does. However, I also wonder who doesn’t feel like this during these dog days of winter? March is truly the oddest month of the year. It’s the liminal space of months.
I had grand plans at the end of December and beginning of January to revamp this space and change how and how often I utilized it. Life told me to pause. Within this pause, I’m seeing to other needs (including those of my family), and taking time to rest, while also thinking things through figuring out what I really want out of this blog. We’ll see what form that takes. I’ve had this space now for nearly ten years…possible more…and I’m proud of what I’ve done here; even though I often talk about how I use this space and how I’ll do things differently go forward. Maybe that’s just part of the process. Maybe this blog is my “March”…weird and liminal.