What comes back. What we let back in. The long slow work of re-entering our own lives.

Return

A spring orbit. Something is loosening. This week we turn toward what is coming back, and what we are finally ready to let come back.

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees 

Early Spring

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.

The Thaw

I want to let you know that I am not in one piece now.
I was torn by myself.
I ripped my soul limb from limb in hopes of finding lost treasure.
Something buried long ago. 
But what I uncovered was not my lost treasure; It was more pain, and the memory of burning my treasure.
I thought that by burning my riches, I'd humble myself into eternal life.
But that's not the only step.
I've still got ways to go.
There's a lot to do for the prep.
I have to let EVERYTHING go before I can let myself grow.