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03/09/2003 Entry: ""Pop Our Internal Crocuses""
These heralds of renewal decided to show their sweet faces this morning, always among the first to whisper into expectant ears "here comes the sun, darlin, come with us and we'll show you a good time." So, despite manic coughing and fits of reality, I'm going to plunge myself into this amazing day and unplug from obligation, expectation and routination. Who knows what other voices I'll find out there gearing up for the Equinox, but I don't think I'll fine a one who begrudges the coming of the warm breeze and the twinkle in the eye that is the reflection of creation in action.
The trick of it all is that it's so easy to see the thaw outside, but what do we change inside to melt the ice frosting our thoughts and pop our internal crosuses? Is it conscious, or are we invariably linked to the seasons in such a way that our psyches tick toward seeding, fruition, harvest and sleep like the Earth's own sacred clockwork? Do the budding of waking trees trigger an unfurling within without having to think about it?
I don't know, but I'll just let it happen and see where in the world, or in the county, it takes me. The sun beaming through the window and falling across the blissed out dreaming cat and the tunes of bird beaks are too much to resist. In fact, that friction of resistance is the opposite of what that shining light seems to be saying... "lay some roots baby, crack the shell and come see how groovy these colors are, and how good you look in 'em." And green goes with anything.
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