Spring breaks through like a Sunday morning. Happiness collects at the corner of our mouths. Toes emerge from the woolly caves where
they hibernated all winter long and stretch into the cool grass, walking bow-legged and tenderly on the winter-sculpted blades. A habit of long sleeves warms us
quickly and no one dares complain. We share squinting smiles from our porch rocking chairs during the bright end of day while warm breezes dance away with our laughter into the postponed night. What could be better than friendship and spring? We may start a fire
because at night it’s still winter, but we refuse to go back inside. Free now.
Let’s stretch our wings and run down a greening hill, catching our laughter
back from the wind, playing a game with gravity. We remember that we are children, young inhabitants of our mothering earth. Let
the Goddess of our soul and the soles of our feet know our love! A joy within awakes when the sun kisses our cheeks and soaks deep
into our thirsty bones. Let me put my arm around you, friend, and put yours round me. Let’s feast on all our eyes can eat from this hill top and all our hearts can hope for this season. Can this be our purpose today and tomorrow? To be together in work
and play. To plant and cook and eat and expend energy without the dividing
panels of a cubicle? Grey and senseless. No prick or chill. No life.
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