Bumps, bruises and lots of mud


Springtime here in the mountains of the southwest is muddy windy season. There are cold and wintery, blustery winds, and warm, feel-the-summer-coming kind of wind. There is snow, mud, dirt devils and hail. It is a tumultuous time for sure. But we all basically bask in the loveliness of the warm days, and enjoy the rainstorms and hailstorms as part of the season, knowing that in just a couple of months the glorious days of Summer and Fall will be upon us. Of course, it is obligatory to complain about the wind, and so there is a fair amount of grumbling about that, but mostly in good fun.

I’ve been thinking a lot about transitions lately. As spring and winter are dueling it out, the flowers clearly recognize spring. They are blooming regardless of the cold nights, and sometimes snowy days. They trust that their time is close. I recognize that I am not always as trusting as the flowers. When summer is approaching, we all know what to expect, but with human transitions, well damn, who can tell? We have to go with it and live the ride. Trust in ourselves. That is the adventure, and the freaking crazy part too. Who knows where the ride takes me?

When you live on a dirt road, spring also brings with it enormous potholes, the road washes out and the mud on the car, well, is simply like a new coat of paint. The transition between the pavement and the dirt is where the biggest potholes grow. Huge enough to lose the car sometimes! It is always the rockiest part. It happens in life too, that colliding of the old and the new. It makes a mess for a bit. But it also requires an alertness, a taking notice. I actually love this alertness, the need to observe my surroundings and find what’s new and different.

Dirt roads do take us to all sorts of adventures. To unknown places of curious vistas and small out-of-the-way spots. This is truly the beauty of dirt roads, a path less traveled. And sometimes those roads can be a bit too bumpy, or they can lead to nowhere. Such is true with lots of things in life. My son said yesterday that solving trigonometry identities can become a road to nowhere, and the only thing to do is to start again. And therein lies the adventure.

 The future is called “perhaps,’ which is the only possible things to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow it to scare you. ~Tennessee Williams

There are so many metaphors for seeing transitions as part of our ever-evolving lives, and still when they are upon me, they feel new and unknown. And difficult, sometimes. Or enormously scary. Or all of the above. I remember when my son was learning to walk. He would take a few steps on his own and then throw himself to the ground and crawl again. In the beginning he could crawl like a mad man, fast and furious, so it was quicker than stumbling around on his feet. But then one day, I noticed, no more crawling. He got it – his feet take him around a lot faster. And there were a lot less bruises too.

oh the mud

To move from here to there, sometimes there is a need to suspend the present realities; they can be a distraction. ~Bidemi Mark-Morda

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