its official. spring time has laid its blue sky hands over our lil' mountain town of durango, caressing us all into transition... time to bloom ladies and gentleman! welcome to (as i borrow words from robert plant and jimmy page) the springtime of my loving. winter has finally thrown up its white flag of surrender- despite its rather measly attempts to keep us inside this year. everyone is out and about-adorn in big grins and flip flops and skirts. i just stepped outside to help coach little adorable children in petting my dog, and it seems that my heart is stuck in this warm place. was florence right? are the dog days really over? couldn't be. how could i possibly be comfortable in my body? how could i possibly be comfortable in this place where i feel happy and secure in my heart? i'm excited to go in the field you say? its all so new. perfect timing-spring: new beginnings, opening and closing of doors, finding moments of elderhood and feeling like a newborn all at once, the ending of one lifetime and beginning of another, old and new friends coming out of the cracks in the sidewalks to remind me of my roots, and what i lost and what i found. i think i might be more than a little grateful to be alive right now. it all just proves what an ally time is for me. i got to durango, and immediately freaked out because of all the change and differences, and almost moved away. "but mountain bike season is about to start," said my body, and "i feel at home here" said my heart, and "i don't care," said my irrational mind, and "stay for a second, relax, settle," said many voices of reason that i am so lucky to have in my life, "you are strong, it is going to be okay." and so here i am- sitting in my favorite coffee shop, watching the sunshine from inside, tracking, keeping my ear to the breeze, basking in my lil' love affair with myself for just a moment. and thus ends this episode of 'here is my heart on a platter for you to munch on.'
much love.
