A few reflections

In my dream, as I opened a window a deep, unfriendly voice gruffly called out, "What do you want?" I closed the window quickly and started awake. It had been comfortable before that, some blogger friends were there. I could not see them but I knew they were there. Amba and Jean and Mike Golby too.

Lately I have noticed that when I get up in the morning my bones seem to ache more than usual. Once on the treadmill and into the yoga and weights, the joints become oiled, friendly, manageable again. Becoming an elder means taking care of myself. Again I think of Jean because in the past three months I have only walked 150 miles or so to her hundreds! But still ... it is on the treadmill, running sometimes and steep incline at others.

How did I ever live without the glorious spring? It is not just the bursting out of flowering trees and bulbous beauties. It is the bird activity. Canadian geese flying overhead, cardinals warbling in the sunshine, a robin's call waking me at dawn, all manner of birds twittering and fluttering. When I open the door to the colors and sounds of spring there is a rush of excitement that enters the edge of my rib cage and runs up through the chest and into my throat.

My birthday month sits at the end of spring, the culmination of all that rebirth, and yet where I was born the hemisphere was heading into winter. Was I born at the wrong place? Perhaps I was the ugly duckling after all, a misplaced egg in a nest that was not my own. And I have been looking for my home ever since.

Comments

[Jean]

Oh Tamar, the walking project has slipped somewhat of late and I haven't walked as many miles as you think! Not completely slipped, though - I'm feeling the benefit of it and have got a second wind. Almost up to some of those uphill gradients... I'll have to come clean and post an update.

I think of you often too, and wish you a wonderful Spring. May you continue making your home - perhaps it's the quest of a whole lifetime, but there's so much interesting and exciting to be found on the way.

[Tamar]

Jean, Let's keep on keeping on with the walking. It moves the joints and oils the brain! I liked dreaming about you being nearby even through cyber-land ...