“Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?”— Mary Oliver
What are you waiting for? What wants to be written? What wants to be made? What waits for the right time or place or life circumstance to get your full attention? What whispers—what, indeed, screams—to be expressed?
Is it a story? A memoir? A novel? … A screenplay? A painting? A sculpture? … A garden? A quilt? A photograph? … A collaboration? A dance? A song? … A travelogue? A walk in the woods? An El Camino?
This is the beginning of Spring. It’s the astrological New Year. This liminal moment following the Equinox and full moon is the perfect time to pause. To listen deeply. To give your quiet, or not so quiet, dreams the space and breath and light they deserve. You are on the threshold. Time to blow the dust off that early draft and prepare to begin again or birth a whole new being.
The rooster crows. The morning bell rings. This is your wake-up call.
“The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you / don’t go back to sleep …”— Rumi