Thanks to my sister for sending me this poem once.
By Alla Bozarth-Campbell
We do not want to rock the boat you say
Mistaking our new posies for something safe.
We smile secretly at each other sharing the reality
That for sometime we have not been in the boat.
We jumped, or were pushed, or fell, and some leaped overboard.
Our bodies form a freedom fleet
Our dolphin grace is power
We learn and teach and as we go each woman sings
Each woman’s hands are water wings.
Some of us have become mermaids or Amazon whales
And are swimming for our lives.
Some of us do not know how to swim
We walk on water.
Today was the day I thought was the equinox, where at 10am Mtn time, Spring would begin with a day equally balanced. I celebrated with Terry over our first lunchtime picnic of the year, 65 degrees of sun warming bare feet, shoes kicked off, laying back on the Mexican blankets (damp from melted weekend snow). We ate peanut butter & honey on thick white bread from Heidi’s Deli—drenched so it felt like eating honeycomb—and then PB&strawberryJam. It was the 2nd year we’ve been lunching in the old Louisville cemetary, surrounded by ghosts of couples from the 1800’s who danced, lived, ate and died together. Welcome to spring!
No emotikins were present, unfortunately. But if they were, you would have seen a bright sunny day, brown grass trying to be green, blue sky knowing it is turquoise, and a Red Delicious looking better than it tastes. (I think I will start a “Photos Not Taken” page with only word-pictures instead.)
Three years ago, I celebrated spring break with a sister’s vacation—a week in South Beach with Jenéne, a week before I knew I was going to get a new job at Sounds True. Here’s to Not Knowing, to wondering what was next, where I’d choose to be, and trusting that the Universe knew and I didn’t have to…yet. Here’s to the balance of days, light & dark, longer days on the way. (Tonight, Jenéne reminded me that the Spring Equinox was actually Saturday.)