Let It Snow

A Spring snow welcomed me home today in Chicago. As if it knew what I needed, the March skies sprinkled my city with a fluffy coat of new born snow.

March is a favorite month for me. It is volatile, evanescent and transitory but among its many moods it is also a vehicle for passage from one season to the next. Born and raised a Mid Westerner I have always enjoyed the seasons. They are a means of passage through the many moods of nature itself. They are a way for me to locate my place in time.

The volatility of spring is merely natures way of cleansing the earth and making it ready for renewal, testing the new growth for stamina. Once satisfied the splendor of new life can begin its bloom with a show of color and spectacle unmatched. It is in the spring that I find my new growth as well. After a winter of reflection I too can now trim back the old and make way for the new.

Ever the dreamer I have become familiar with the nuances of nature and life itself. There is a second sense that enters in when one is dealing with the finite, those elements and energies that make us part of the time and space continuum. As if smelling a flower or drinking as glass of wine, unique essences are inhaled into our being. As ones passes through time their vocabulary expands until they finally reach their own plateau, a place at which we are comfortable, at least for the moment.

When the sun and moon trigger these wondrous events, the Equinox and the Solstices, my excitement for life is rekindled and revitalized one more time. I rejoice in the moment now and reflect on moments past because one cannot exist without the other.

So let the snow fall and let the sunshine illuminate it so that it may nourish this new spring, and let me be wise enough to appreciate and understand it all. Let it snow and let us grow.

A tune from one of my favorite groups - Pink Martini. Enjoy!