musings in mayhem

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rebirth

Duck, NC 1.14.2011
This time of year is so odd. For most of the Northern Hemisphere, and certainly for my own forty years lived in New England constitution, the world lies most fallow, yet there are hints of the promise of spring. The renewal of the land.
In Ireland, it is the celebration of the birthing of the lambs, the burgeoning of dairy abundance, the harrowing of the fields. St. Brigid’s Day celebrates the creative fire that burns within all of us of poetry, childbirth and craftsmanship, esp of iron.
Chinese New Year is now, the time of the seedlings underground, and the promise of abundance crops. The sun is returning, and so the fire within burns a little brighter.
Now, when winter can be so brutal, we find signs in a random clear bright day that assures the sun has not forsaken us after all.
Here, in this most wintery winter since I’ve lived in Virginia, last week I saw robins flocking in the trees. A raven cackled at me from high up in a tree whose branches were tipped in buds. Some of my gardening friends reported daffodil sightings. Mine have not made an appearance.
This weekend I went out to a handful of events, obviously overscheduled. I missed spending time with my family, I missed the rarity of hours spent with Honey. But I took time to pay attention to myself at two different meditations, and to have fun with friends. 
I wore myself out, also because once again Honey and I squeezed in a Home Depot date on Saturday afternoon, too. But I needed to take time to find my focus again and these meditations really worked.  I found my personal strength and was reminded that my personal strength isn’t only for giving away to everyone else.  I need to keep some reserves for myself in order to focus well on my writing and finish the manuscript.
I went through a period toward the end of 2010, in which I started taking better care of myself physically, but let it drop off again, various reasons, the main being that I am allergic to the first gym altogether. Then in joining the local Y, I found I was allergic to their workout room and their yoga classes were inconveniently scheduled during my precious writing time. And then it was too cold to consider waking up before dawn to go swim laps and freeze in the winter morning air with wet hair.
But now, it is beginning to warm up.  I ache all over again when I wake up in the morning, and all day long. This ache will never completely go away, I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, and I am aging.  I have a significant lack of collagen to take care of my muscles, even less now that I age. I am more prone to muscle injuries and not so great in the healing department. But when I take the time to exercise, whether I do laps in the pool, or walking around the neighborhood, it makes a huge difference. Not just in my muscles and posture, but in my mental and spiritual wellbeing.
The meditations and the game night Saturday with friends I rarely see, took me out of my daily rut and into my interior to wake up my creativity and sense of purpose.
Honey and I have planned and he started some spring household projects – mended the porch rail himself while I was out and about yesterday. And he did the taxes, which will net us a much needed return. For this, I thank him. He’s my guy.
We’re going to build some storage solutions and a partition in Mr. Cynic’s room in order to move the boys in together, and move Toots into currently Captain Comic’s room. I’m going to milk paint some antique twin head and footboards for Toots, and sew new curtains for both rooms.
Honey and I agree it’s definitely time to move our little miss nearly three year old out of our room.  That decision has definitely begun a sense of renewal for our relationship.
So you can see, not just this weekend, but leading up to it, I’ve been doing some harrowing of the fields of all the acreage of my life.
1. In writing, I am rewriting for the third time, my little novel with the purpose in mind to send it out come spring.
2. Shifting around and taking care of the house –
3. will also take care of Honey and my relationship.
4. The changing of the season is renewing my health needs, mentally, physically and spiritually, not just so I can take care of others and contribute more for their wellbeing – mainly I mean the kids, but that in taking care of my personal strength, I will be giving myself the gift of self-respect and confidence to be who I really am and accomplish what I set out to do. All of it, with a clear head.
Is any one else finding themselves in this place of assessment and focus on change for a better life?
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4 thoughts on “rebirth

  1. I am in the midwest, where we are operating under a "blizzard warning." I cannot WAIT to see the hints of spring & feel that glimmer of rejuvenation. That comes in March, usually, in between the last dumps of snow & raw weather.

  2. i hear ya, miss chicago!

  3. (raises hand) yup, me too! not entirely sure what this "change for a better life" will look like, but yesterday it took the form of buying new placemats at ROSS and throwing out the Disgusting Plastic Placemats we'd been using for more than a year. Sometimes it's the little things.

  4. you've gotta start somewhere! i'm ready for new placemats, too.

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