The grass was green yesterday. Not all of it, but a few glorious patches were the electric green I find only at the beginning of spring. That vibrant color, that brilliant hue, heralds life returning.
|Not the grass, but plants growing beside my parking area.|
Although today you wouldn’t know it. We are going to get about an inch of snow and the trees are already covered. I guess Persephone wants a little more time before she leaves the underworld. Maybe that is why Ostara didn’t seem a big deal to me. It’s still cold here. We had a fantastic week of sixties and now we are back to the thirties. But that’s normal Iowa weather for you.
I’ve been in a funk lately – emotionally, religiously, house cleaningly, writing-wise, and project-wise. Nothing is getting done. I used my google calendar to break out timelines for some projects, that way I would be responsible for getting things done. But I only did this for my non-profit projects… and I haven’t looked at it regularly. I bought a whiteboard calendar at Goodwill to have a hardcopy at home but I haven’t touched it yet.
I think I’m starting to get better, to get out of the funk, but I still have to kick my butt about it. I need to realize that I am wallowing around and just go do stuff.
I made paper daffodils for Ostara. They look lovely on my crowded altar. I’m glad I finally made a crafty thing for Persephone and I’m trying not to feel bad about not doing a ritual. I think it’s about time to do volume 2 of the My Monster Said No zine. Maybe that would help me get out of my guilt issues.
I’m working on it.
That moment of wonder when I first saw the new grass, I felt happy. I felt the energy rising with the neon color. I felt ready for the new year.
The grass is growing, Persephone, it’s putting on the best it has to offer to welcome you home.
I welcome you too. After deaths and close calls in the lives of people I know and love, I am ready to stand under an open sky again. Ready to walk, barefoot, against the grass and hear the leaves rustle above me.
I am ready.