
I breathe bitter air to calm my mind,
challenging signs of spring, I come to find…
Hours ago a snowfall gathered low.
Painting the trees, embellishing the leaves.
the birds sing louder, yet the light shines the same.
gleaming rays across snowbanks.
this is a march mystery, and i’m simply a tourist.
trying to figure it out, become aware of this.

I’ll still welcome spring, to see what it will bring.
Lots of lust and light,
as i dance,
dance,
dance,
even if this is just spring at a glance

Becoming the observer has greeted me with many gifts. I move through the world with an awareness and sacred oath to the duality of nature. We must reconcile our souls with the yin-yang and dance with the Tao. As I observed my phenology spot, many changes were present. Two days earlier my boots were coated in mud, yet today I am hearing the crunch of snow beneath my feet. I hear some Blue Jays and Chickadees. They feel like friends to me. Viewing the world with a Taoist lens has granted me with everlasting wholeness. I’m lucky to hold the transformations of the earth so closely to my heart. Cheers to March mysteries, you are an extension of me!