First day of Spring according to the Vernal Equinox, although the temperature is off the mark.
Not long from now, the air, as it warms, will carry all of the sweet scents of this season.
Unlike yesterday, when my mud hike through the Rouge Valley, although sunny, was accompanied by a very cold wind chill.
My group encountered ice-covered trails mixed with mud-covered ice boulders, and bogs of thick muddy clay forests to negotiate.
As I navigated an outdoor obstacle course, our allied forces with UN sanction were conducting air strikes to implement a no-fly zone over Libya.
More lives will be lost in the quest to ultimately stop the genocide the Libyan dictator is perpetrating on his own people.
Quite the opposite from the peaceful revolution scenario that unfolded not too long ago in Egypt.
And then of course, there is the grave situation in Japan.
When I absorb the grief in this world, I become like a sponge, and I can no longer function normally. The heaviness of it all weighs me down.
Laughter does not come easily, nor does sleep.
My body, mind and emotions are exhausted. Restlessness stirs me to find healing.
It is time to seek the sea, sand and sun which will enable me to transition from winter to spring.
As smooth grains of sand caress my feet while soothing waves serenade my soul and warm sunlight bathes my being, I will listen to the inner voice that can only be heard in the stillness.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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