Category Archives: Seasons

August changes

I go to the Wellspring as a softness in the air, the blurred edge between leaf green and sky gray. She receives me with a smile. I see suddenly that she is my buddha nature. There she sits, so serene. … Continue reading

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fit

I stand in front of the Wellspring with great chunks of me falling off. I keep picking up the pieces and trying to stick them back on. It’s distressing and awkward and hopeless. I look to the Wellspring for help. … Continue reading

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May says: What are you waiting for?

I have been trying to meet up with May, but she is hard to pin down. She feels like a suitcase packed and ready, the night before departure, like fairgrounds in the dawn, a dancer poised in position behind a … Continue reading

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April says: Walk with me

April comes to me without hesitation. She is a cloud, a billow, the tender wafting scent of something not quite here. And then there she is, standing before me in overalls and an old plaid shirt, her uncombed hair a … Continue reading

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March leaves messages

I cannot begin to speak the broad and foaming madness that is March, hard certainties everywhere broken by slight green impossibilities. He will not meet me. I plan ahead, arrange the time and place, and when I get there he … Continue reading

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February is THIS

I lie down. The world is full of crack and sparkle. The sound of laughter. February is an imp, a trickster. She is dancing over my body with her tiny feet. “I cannot wait to open my presents,” she declares. … Continue reading

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polish the vase

What does waiting look like? Outside the winds of desolation moan. The freeze scutters and blanks the world. Do not stand at the window straining to see through the blow to what is coming after. Sweep the hearth, tend the … Continue reading

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