Muddy Hooves and Glowing Skies
And standing in the middle
It's March. Sweet heavenly god, it's March. We have made it through. There is light ahead. Ever increasing light ahead. And so we begin this time of in between. This month of Middle. The temperature rises, but it's not yet warm. The snow returns, but it doesn't stay. It's no longer winter, but it's not quite spring. This neither here nor there-ness asks us to hold both at the same time.
As the snow begins to melt, the mud reappears. As the day begins to lengthen, the sunsets are restored.
Nature’s gentle hand of compromise – the pleasurable conditions that we love, and the unpleasant conditions that we hate. That we could do without.
Nature’s wise teachings of balance. We don't get to choose just the pleasant. You cannot have just half of the whole.
Can you stand powerfully in the middle – not getting sucked into the mud of despair, but also not getting swept away into the illusion of delight. Mud eventually dries. But sunsets always fade.
Holding both means letting go.
Standing in the middle means moving in flow.
This messy muddy month of middle has so much to offer us.
much love,
Carolyn 💞