well …
by practicalspactical
now that that’s over with, I can clear my throat and wipe my eyes, maybe take a shower and scrub the dead leaves off of me. Hope springs eternal, with yellow feathers and bird-songs, and while every day I’m one day older, I don’t really mind, since every day I climb a little bit higher up that spiritual Kilimanjaro and look back down on the primordial landscape from whence I came. It is easy to be joyful in spring, and the trick to getting through winter is to remember that spring is coming. Spring is coming. Spring is coming. And then it’s here.
but see …
https://practicalspactical.wordpress.com/2010/03/08/on-the-end-of-winter/
This reminds me of how my father told me that he has a recurring dream of climbing a mountain, climbing that mountain higher and higher, and of course, it’s meaning— the Big D—-