26 March, 2013

On the Cusp Between the Seasons

Here we are on the cusp between winter and springtime, weary of ice and snowdrifts, craving light and warmth.  It is still rather cold here and below freezing much of the time, an icy wind scouring the bare trees and making the branches ring like old iron bells.  Perhaps that is to be expected, for springtime is a puckish wight this far north, and after appearing, she sometimes disappears for days and weeks at a time.

For all that, late March days have a wonderful way of quieting one's thoughts and breathing patterns, bringing her back to a still and reflective space in the heart of the world.

I sat on a log for a while a few days ago, watching as tattered scraps of birch bark moved back and forth in the north wind. When the morning sun slipped out from behind the clouds, beams of sunlight passed through the blowing strands and turned them bright red and translucent, for all the world like wild elemental stained glass.

When I touched the old tree, my fingers came away with a dry springtime sweetness on them that lingered for hours. I tucked a thin folio of bark in the pocket of my parka and inhaled its fragrance all the way home.

5 comments:

Tabor said...

The smell adds such a lovely oneness with the tree and changes!

Kameshwari said...

~beams of sunlight passed through the blowing strands and turned them bright red and translucent,
for all the world like wild elemental stained glass~

The visual photo is spectacular while the words pull me into the a multitude of worlds.

I love coming to this daily posting. I find peace, comfort and inspiration.

entheos9 said...

I've been following your blog for many months now and thought it was time to say that I too love coming here and reading your daily thoughts, seeing the photos you post. A little place of peace and connectedness in the midst of what is usually a busy day for me. Thank you for the gifts you share.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Cate, I am another one
who always feels peaceful when looking at your images and reading your special words.
Over the years I have learned from you. Maybe it is about some music, a book or just another way to enjoy nature...

Guy said...

Hi Cate

This is a lovely post. I could really relate to the experience as you described it.

Thanks
Guy