“springtime is the land awakening.
the march winds are the morning yawn.”
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“It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before…
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field…
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.
Love, now an universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
—It is the hour of feeling.’
~William Wordsworth (1770–1850), “To My Sister”
art credit: ‘sing me a song,’ by caitlin welz-stein
after enjoying a day that finally hit a balmy 60 degrees (above zero!)
when home and relaxing at last
the tornado sirens started blasting
tv news was covering the local map live
updating the movement of the storm minute by minute
texts from the sheriffs buzzed saying to take cover.
because i live in an old cottage with no basement to be found
i went to my safe room (aka the bathroom) to hang out for a while
luckily, my natural survival instincts kicked in
and i took the following items with me to ride out the weather:
phone, laptop. chargers, flashlight, book, hot tea,
and for some unexplained reason –
an uncooked spaghetti squash.
i then decided that i might as well just take a lavender bath
enjoy my book and tea
and let the chips/cottage fall as they may
balance was quickly restored
when the weather soon passed us by
and best of all
my spaghetti squash was still intact.
“there is a safe spot within every tornado. my job is to find it.”
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