thaw point

This is the official 101 blog post! Can you believe it?! Who knew, when I started with "Chainsaw Reaction" that I'd find subtle little things to write about in 100 different ways!!! My oh my...life is just one big learning experience, graduating means nothing in terms of what each day after brings you, and many of those lessons are painful though thankfully, not permanent in their delivery.

And what has life taught you in the last year? It seems many of us are awakening to a new beginning in terms of being more aware of our food, our environment...each other. I was always such an independent sort...the last few years have taught me that interdependence is the key. I don't know where I'd be without the friends who have walked with me, talked with me, carried me, stood up for me and sometimes sat silently with me...holding my hand. No man is an island, and if he thinks he is...how lonely his shore must be. I have encountered so many wonderful souls lately, I don't know...maybe the moon is working with me, or the tides have changed in such a way that all who should gather together find their way to one another. I'm just saying, it seems like harmony- small get togethers, simple dinners, sitting on the swing, listening to sweet music, conversing with the younger sect- dwells within all of us and sometimes swirls all around, bringing a common need to the activity at hand. Or...maybe that's what summer is for, not sweltering heat to be endured, but harmonious hearts reaching their thaw point...melting away the cold remembrances, opening up to new, warm beginnings. I don't know about you, but when I'm experiencing something marvelous, good beyond all reasons and seasons...it only gets better to share such things with another. Maybe that's what it means when it is said that love always creates...

Take care-

to sing to it sweetly

As the sap runs in the Maples these days, it runs in me as well. Spring has begun the thaw in my veins, I feel a thinner blood coursing there. The tonic I take does not derive itself from digging Sassafras or searching the ground, yet- for new green... it is the bird songs, the new tunes I'm hearing these days that really gets my blood flowing.
As I exited the truck yesterday after work, heading straight for the chicken coop to gather eggs, petting the heads of the ever playful, faithful Gideon and Gracie(faithful as in waiting for perhaps a cracked egg to be tossed their way...)I noticed the newest singer on the farm. The melody stopped me in my tracks. Did it come from the pines? Yes, it sounded like it came from over there...so, off my course I wandered-must have gotten to close, for the shrill whistles stopped for a time. I stood, still... and waited for the music, the song of Spring...I could not detect the little bird making the sound with my eyes, though thankfully, as I listened-the song began again. I found myself a happy spot there, in that moment...the experience welling up in me as a yearning, an awakening too-and a putting to bed, almost- of the harsh cold winter.
I find winter can be, at this time of year especially- like a child who is too sleepy, disgruntled, dragging it's feet before it retires...whining in winds, crying in precipitation like tears from rain storms, and even still-an ice and snow covering as it's security blanket. Perhaps that is why the little birds sing...to help put winter to bed, to sing to it sweetly- a lullaby of Spring.
Beautiful day to you, take care-