[February 26]

Friends, 

We're so close! Two more days to March. I'm grateful for this project we all do together, because now February ending brings a twinge of sadness as I say goodbye to what we've marked as a special time for connecting and supporting one another. But mostly? I'm jonesin' for spring. 

Here's a beautiful Mary Oliver poem I adore, which resonates as we inch towards the tipping point into springtime energy: 

Wrens (from her collection Owls and Other Fantasies)

here I go 

into the wide gardens of 

wastefields blue glass clear glass 

and other rubbishes blinking from the 

dust from the fox tracks among the

roots and risings of 

buttercups joe pye honey

suckle the queen's 

lace and her

blue sailors

the little wrens

have carried a hundred sticks into

an old rusted pail and now they are

singing in the curtains of leaves they are

fluttering down to the bog they are dipping

their darling heads down to wet

their whistles how happy they are to be

diligent at last

foolish birds

And two other celebratory offerings: 

This song -- mmm delicious. 

Life is But a Dream  -- An hour and a half of Beyonce that left me feeling sparkly and INSPIRED. 

Love and deep breaths until spring springs,

Nomi