Is It Time Yet?

March 3rd, 2010

I’m thoroughly hibernated now. Sure, I’ll grudgingly crawl out of my nest of  flannel sheets and Barefoot Dreams blankets to go to work, but I can’t wait to get home at night to a book in bed. This morning, I hit a new low, going to Starbucks with my pajamas on under my long winter coat and my hair looking like it had been brushed with a wooden spoon. Ugh and Uggs. Even Wendy, the barista, did a double-take. On the way there, I noticed that despite the cold and nasty weather that seems to drag on like a Russian winter, things are on the brink of blooming. Are the cherry tree and jessamine vine crazy? Don’t they know they’re in for shivering in the wind for awhile, with the added chance of ice storms and freak freezes? But blooming, whether it’s a flower or an idea, comes on its own schedule. In fact, the work is being done all through the winter of our souls, just aching to burst forth in some spectacular display of color, symmetry and dazzling artistry.  At least, that’s what I tell myself as I struggle to birth new projects that don’t even have names yet, that won’t be safe from cold spells and high winds that test them  and try to shake them loose from their tenuous hold on life.

One Response to “Is It Time Yet?”

  1. Christina says:

    “But blooming, whether it’s a flower or an idea, comes on its own schedule.” Yes, yes, yes.

    PS–it’s GORGEOUS here!

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