Spring Thunder

Appreciating the sunsets later and later, and patiently waiting for that long Summer June day…the favorite season. I will take Spring, kiss off Winter with a middle finger if it brings the favorite season about. The swim all day, walk the beach, chase the sun, eat lighter, wear less clothing, grow things in the garden and greenhouse days. Trying not to let the start of Spring with some serious downpour from the skies this week bring me down in relationships, in health. Must remember, Summer is just around the corner…the infrared light will be here the end of May. Hang in there kid, it’s an anything and everything world (a favorite guy use to say).

So let me reintroduce myself and say that while one is still loathing certain seasons, there is a determination to thrive anyway. To take the darker days and find some brightness from within my soul. Lately rising with some serious charge in the spirit to run out anything that won’t just let my flow get some go. I have dreamed some crazy crazy crazy circus of truth telling dreams. Straight up cried in the first cup of coffee (and sometimes third) a few times this week alone because I am that determined to be that positive you can have a GREAT day. Because I am I had a GREAT day person. I am a COUNT YO” BLESSINGS daily gal. Risings to restings long shifted to a zen space and begging YOU to come with me.

Let it go, let it go, let it go with the Full Moon waxing and let things bloom with me. Let change in. Cut away the Winter blues in your flower bed to plant fiery reds, oranges and yellows. We don’t have to tan together but man, oh man couldn’t we be under the day’s shine with it…because don’t you fucking know by now my aging ass will most certainly run a rainy day away? I mean, come on, even in Winter’s Christmas travel did I give you the umbrella while I ran ahead in torrential storms. And even though you were soaked didn’t you laugh, didn’t we save a handbag, didn’t we eventually dry out? Be Spring is here cheery with me, even if it is a wet season. ‘We won’t always feel soaked’, she says as it thunders.