What is growing in you? How is it different this Spring than the last?
The rains come and the streams and rivers and the creeks, they begin to talk again, they start to bump against the rocks and tug at the cattails and hurry on down with the general business of getting to the sea. And usually I am there, I can feel them running through me and I am riding and spinning like a water skimmer, laughing and letting them take me wherever it is they want to go.
They say that Daphne, the water nymph, once turned into a laurel tree, and so this year I too am still. The wild rushing freefall has turned to a movement slow and tight and strong, that of roots reaching down to grip the clay, doing their work, that necessary job of providing leverage so the branches can unfurl and arch up against the wind like a spinnaker.
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Photo via Christine Mandich.