Yesterday, rain, fog and mist lifted the snow into sweet moisture – laden air.
This morning the skin of the earth turns white and wild winds howl.
I rest in peace.
A little gray titmouse wakes me up.
Spring weather is “bewildering”.
The origin of the word bewilder helps explain why I find these radical changes so comforting.
The word bewilder is a combination of two words “thoroughly,” and “wilder”…to lure into the wild.
Perhaps to return to the source.
The weather is still wild….
Although Earth’s wilderness is fragmented to such an extent that it doesn’t exist anymore at the moment except as weather, it lives on as potential.
Without human interference this pulsing blue –green planet spinning through dark space is more than capable of rewilding herself.
This is Resurrection.