SPIRIT HORSE

Choosing to don another layer of clothing instead of closing all my doors. Formally inviting this fresh crisp extraordinary spring air inside to set the tone and abiance within my boarders. The cool breeze twirls me in rhytym to the music bellowing from the piano.   Smiling as imageries have burst forth into reality imagining my lounge wear transforming into an equisite couture gown custom fit and designed just for me. I  saunter throughout my Home moving to the melodies I have selected for the piano to play. I nod as appreciating as if my pianist has come to life and is playing my requests to delight my senses. The ballads that beautifully strum from the dancing ivories fill my being with beautiful wonderment. Spring has officially sprung. Ironically I sing the words to the music of how sweet it is to be loved by you. The "you" in this instance is Life. The beautiful indescribable gift of the here and now and of all it is yet to be. With all the priceless gifts that Spring graces us with my senses are heightened. As the catapillar breaks forth from that cacoon into the magestic beauty of a butterfly; so we too have that opportunity bestowed in Springtime. A favorite tune of mine comes on, You are the Sunshine of my Life and as if on command I bow with outstretched arms as I lift my dress from either side with one toe pointed in front of the other. Ever so gracefully as awe inspiring I have welcomed this new Season that has taken my very breath away. 

I stand at the threshold of one of my doorways as if I was led by my gloved hand held high, bent acknowleding the femine daintiness I possess. My feet as if a graced ballerina follows dancing on pointed toes. I stop as I sense an outstretched arm waving before me to drink in all that is beheld. As my reality is dishovled hair from my grueling morning workout in sweaty attire, my yard that has beckoned me also needs a makeover. However, I see it from the depths of my Soul. As if I have morphed into the great unknown I am overcome with peace and beauty for my Heart is familiar; for it is Home. As my eyes are ushered to this vantagepoint, I am viewing in the black and white but seeing it in indescribable color. The black and white are real however I am presented as if guests in all of their finest parading before me. Not only dressed with their beauty but they exude such merriment as approaching the doorway of what is to be of this moment.  These are all of the memories this past Winter has gifted me. The not one but two snow days that I cannot recall experiencing here in the South but inevitably brought the freeze to this yard. I liken it to the years that life has lived on my very body from the greying hair and the growing lines upon my smile. The very definition that I have lived. My Daughter would quip I was getting old. Instantly I hear my Mom whisper from the marrow of my bones "she will too look back and recall it the same as this yard is a parable of her winter season."

I wipe the tears from my eyes as I reluctantly turn to go back inside. All those late nights by the fire dancing and enjoying my Daughter and friends. Days and nights spent cuddled up with my Daughter in a tent, on the trampoline or watching her and her friends on the swing. Realizing now, just how often we spoke of wishing the warmer weather would come. Chuckling as I recall my inexperience to the icy sidewalk when my excited Dog decided to bolt after my neighbors repairman. I could feel my cheeks again redden as I rub my lower back sensing that dull ache that accompanied my embarrassing display of Snowy Southern Charm. The repairman could not contain his laughter when rescuing me from my fall and in turn I perhaps had the best belly laugh of the Winter. I truly do not believe my yard looked any Merrier than when it was strung with Christmas Lights this year. All of these moments were gifts and will continue to be. Moreover,  I would assume Winter's from now will be measured by these. As for you who have read my thoughts or posts these are the Chapters I speak of in our Autobiographies. The Dreams that now fuel my being were born within these very moments.  This is the Wonderment of Life. 

I leave with you a song that was one of my favorites twenty five or more years ago that has recently peaked again for me. I love this video for it is him now and moments back when he recorded it. Saddle up those horses, we got a trail to blaze. Into the wild blue yonder of God's amazing grace, into the glorious unknown. This is the Great Adventure, the Ride of Your Life.

xoxo