Fade of Winter

I think at this point in my life, I'm finally learning something about writing. Change continues on all sides as Imbolc approaches and I've at last taken the position as student in many matters, completing this shift of perspective that has opened up my viewpoints. It doesn't hurt that the days remain light for a few sparce moments after I finish work, that the temperature rises into the low 50's and that crows and seagulls are again active and vocal. The sky hues itself in a bluer fashion now, the slightest bit displaced from the pitch black heaviness of the early and mid winters.

I'm looking forward to spending my alone moments at the zoo on on the shores of the lakes again, and devoting a certain amount of time and energy on the weekends to exploration and re-connection with the earth and the wind. But that is still a few months away, and I feel much has to be done before I feel free enough to enjoy the change of seasons fully.

The biggest change for me, though, continues to be in the way I look at, well, everything. I'm in the process of reading "One Continuous Mistake" by Gail Sheer, who brings a Buddhist thought to the subject of writing. And although I would consider myself along a different line of practice, the intersection of my own lifestyle with Buddhist principles is sometimes enough so that encountering enlightened statements will cause ripples that expand out from the impact. Such is the case here. A movement in one sector causes other things to move and so on. And I am finding myself ready to approach most of the big projects in my life with a fresh take on both the work and the play of them. I imagine that I might at last be ready for some of the daunting prospects, reaching out into the magickal communities, pursuing some personal learnings, and even actually starting and finishing a long piece of fiction.

At any rate, I feel the energy building now. I plan to ride it.