Spring

One of the questions I like to ask my friends...and that I like to pose to stump total strangers... is "If you were an Anne of Green Gables character, what would you be?" Anne is so linked to Green Gables that the house becomes part of her name for a spell...and then she belongs to other places at other parts of her life. Emily is the same way with New Moon. What about you?

As for me, I would be Emily of Springtime Song...my whole life long.

I've been so touched this year by the emails and letters I've received from friends saying that they think of me when the spring comes. YES! I get particularly energetic in Spring. The return of flowers and warm air and colors and light gives me such a surge of life and I just boom with hope and exuberance. But what makes me even happier this year is that people associate me with this joy.

I know I can be an intense person, and with that passion come dark moments. I used to fear that my bouts with depression would be a little black raincloud (to elicit my other friend, Winnie the Pooh), and that they would define me in other's eyes. My twenty-somethings are done, now, though, thank heavens!--and I have even come to find magic in the winter for the snow and for being able to see the structure of the trees.

But my intensity is not just dark moments. It's the butterscotch of the sun's return in the mornings. It's the lack of inhibitions when I just MUST run into the stream in my backyard and sometimes forget to take off my shoes before doing so. It's the wreckless abandon of rolling down hills and chasing fireflies and holding my arms out to hug the night sky and all of its constellations. It's spring again! It's warm enough, almost, to do all of this outside.

Thank you for seeing me through another winter, Mr. Orion in the Night Sky.
Now it is my season.
Please enjoy your stay!