Monday, March 4, 2019

Spring is on the doorstep.


Seasons Crossroad

When the sun is shining, I can do anything; no mountain is too high, no trouble too difficult to overcome.”
Wilma Rudolph

Here in the Deep South, we have barely seen the sun in more than a month. What we have seen is rain and more rain—and still more rain. The skies are gray and mad looking, the rivers flow out of their banks, and multiple tornadoes touched down over the weekend killing twenty-plus people near Opelika, AL. We may not be snowed under, like many regions of the country, but tornado season is a real and present danger in this not-so-sunny part of the world. When the sun does break through, everyone runs outside with their dogs and children and basks in it. We don't realize how much we need sunshine until we are deprived of it for weeks.

Plants deprived of the sun's light for too long grow spindly, and pale. So do we. Our mood sinks and turns grumpy, our bodies hurt for no reason, and we feel mildly depressed. We need sunlight to produce some of the hormones and neurotransmitters in our brains, and when those get low, we feel bad. Seasonal Affective Disorder is a real thing. Getting outside, even on an overcast day will help. And when the sun actually shines, run out there and soak it up.

Let us remember that later this month we will celebrate the Vernal Equinox. Spring will come, as it always does. I find it helpful to bring flowers into the house, even if you have to buy them. Their beauty raises the mood. Here, in spite of cold and rain, things are blooming—narcissus, jonquils, tulips, camellias, forsythia. They are harbingers of spring inside the house as well as out. Small symbols of the sunlight that will come.

The other thing that brightens one's mood is to create something that portends Spring—a flag for the porch, a wreath for the front door. I'm making new pillows for the porch furniture in anticipation of the warm weather. For me, these preparations speak of hope. Another creative endeavor is to make the last of the winter season's soups—the hearty ones that will be too heavy once the sun comes out—potato, bean, stew, lentil. It is a small way of honoring the outgoing season and bidding it farewell.

We are at the crossroad between seasons, when we are neither here nor there. It is helpful to consciously accept that transition and allow the mixed messages of it to be okay. Dress in layers, take an umbrella, do whatever helps you not to fight the changing weather. This is the way it is, and we do best when we simply acknowledge that, and roll with it. It is the moody fussing and fretting about what isn't that brings us down.

Tomorrow is Mardi Gras—Fat Tuesday. Celebrate a little. It means Spring is just around the corner. And with it comes the sun—ah, such a welcome blessing.

                                                                 In the Spirit,
                                                                     Jane




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