Blow Ye Winds Blow

Just a little warmer, these winds from the SW. Wind that has lost its sting of cold. The desire to be outside. The thrilling energy of spring. The stirring of birth. So much written before me, I cannot compete. But I will say for those caught in our technicolour and high tech world, where thrills are digital and all encompassing and possibly more exciting, this thrill of spring showing her hand is as good. Mind you, having had a winter of comparative gentle ease and semi hibernatory, the contrast is stronger and greater. The urge to be out in it is absolutely infectious. The desire to do, to make, to use ones hands.
I just would like to be here and local. I shall find ways to do so. 
Just today I worked with out gloves. How good it felt to feel the wood of the logs without being covered in ice. How good it felt to feel the wind through my shirt, infecting my skin with that spirit of divine discontent. Another's words, but so eloquently put. The winter feeling of being wrapped in a blanket of snow, snug within my cabin, creating cabin fever now lifting as the SW wind brings a bursting forth of energy.
Now I am upon the land, but it would happen after the winter in some port. those first warm breezes, awaking ancient knowing. Wintering over. A time to sit and read and plan and dream of new oceans to sail upon. Fair winds to carry you over the next horizon with a bone in her teeth. Sails white against the blue of sky and sea. The dip and dance, the lifting of a wave moving under your keel, encouraging your passage. Lands new to your eyes, to be explored as if you were the only one to have discovered them. New friends, new ways, new ideas, restless dreams. 
I have often wondered how to replace the thrill of the digital world with that of the natural one. Tell a youngster as he stabs at the buttons of his gameboy, that the feeling of spring is as exciting as winning in his screened racing car. He will look at me as if I am half mad. 
Right now my heart longs for more  of this grand awakening at the same time of wanting others to awaken to the idea of living simply to simply live. 

Emerging

      Today the doors to the outside stood open for several hours, for the feeling was that maybe, just maybe spring might be around the corner. The first real day of thaw. Around the eves of the house there is a constant dripping. The icy footpaths began to be slushy. I could feel real warmth coming from the sun. Finally I now understand why the Swedish people stand, sit, lean out of windows even with their faces towards the sun, on sunny days, especially as the winter breaks.

     So what a good day to reopen my blog, now sadly neglected for several months. For some reason my planning to do it all properly, by writing it up first and editing. Then copy and pasting into my blog so it was "right" made me shy away from the meat of the idea. Now throwing all caution to these spring breezes, I type directly into "the box provided"!

     Ah, what a winter. What thoughts, contemplations and meditations. What experience, what learnings, what understandings. Some I will remember and record here, while others will remain frozen in time. I certainly understand why the Eskimos have so many words for snow, for there are certainly many moods, types and ways with snow. From a light fluffiness to hard semi thawed, snow with crust, snow turned to ice, snow with a shiny sheen making the fields sparkle like lakes. snow crystals that sparkle in the moonlight and so many more. 

     Then the many ideas, how to live this life here, what ways to become more and more sustainable. Observations, what are the priorities? 

     I tell myself to write this blog so the material can be used for my book, which means I have many stories to tell ............. should have done that during the winter!! But, no, little bits here and there, it'll all add up. 

     The trees have all lost their covering of snow, not even the sign of frost, and the icicles drip with a steady rhythm heralding the thaw!