March Madness

A couple things. First, spring is coming. Can you feel it? The air is a little more damp and the birds are really loud lately. Spring also means cleaning out stuff. Last night I cleaned out my closet and filled TWO trash bags of things to take to Goodwill. I'm also prone to streamlining now that spring is coming. Gotta make stuff happen and make good use of time. Hibernation is over.



Good things: I am going to present at the Colorado TIE conference this summer. It's at Copper Mountain. I'm excited. I'm also going to New Mexico for IB training and good food eating. I also have some weddings that I'm getting pretty excited about. Time to buy new dresses and cute shoes.

On the flip side of the good things, there are also the really bummer things. I think my spring streamlining has something to do with the fact that other ares of my life are frustrating right now. Education... meh... who wants to talk about that? But it affects me every so often and I get involved to the point of "up in arms" kind of anger. Sometimes I just have to let stuff go. Stoopid education debate, you're RUINING my springtime!!



My Aunt Martha is not doing great. I'm going out there for spring break. What I'd really like is to take her down to New York city where spring is fresh and lovely (ironically) and where we've had a couple of really great trips together. There's more to see in the world with Aunt Marti and I feel angry that I don't get to have more time to do that. Don't misunderstand, I am thankful for the time we have shared and the places we have been together. I suppose that sustains me. But I'm still pissed about it.



Spring craziness is all about the transitions. We transition from winter darkness to early morning sunshine. We feel the new moments more acutely. We get these urges to go and be and do, and we are sometimes limited by our means. Maybe spring is about meeting in the middle. Maybe we have to get off the pole we've been clinging to and embrace the nebulous middle.

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

From "Spring is like a perhaps hand" by E. E. Cummings