I am coming to the end of the tunnel, and it looks like there may be sunshine out there. It’s a little blinding and I’m not sure I’ll know what to do with myself in the daylight, but I’m looking forward to it.
What have I been doing? Things. Stuff. You know.
Okay, bad answer. I ran a small festival to raise scholarship money for a nature immersion program for children. Yes, me, Cosmic Hermit, in charge of an event full of people. Folks came. Workshops happened. Raffles were held. And, in a spring marked by by drought, tremendous downpours occurred. An ideal blessing on an outdoor festival, don’t you think?
So there was that. It was certainly a major piece of this spring, which shall be known for all of eternity as The Spring In Which Everything In Life Came Due All At Once. Yes, EVERYTHING. When I say I’m not sure what I’ll do with myself next, I mean it. I find myself holding books and wondering how to read them from beginning to end. In fact, I realized a few months ago that I was doing a terrible job of stopping to have fun occasionally. In an attempt to rectify that, yesterday I went to a movie. In a movie theater. At night. And then I came out and remembered that I’d parked a nondescript, new-to-me car in a large crowded parking lot in a rush. I did eventually find it, but it was questionable for a bit.
(Incidentally, I went to see Mad Max: Fury Road and was totally blown away.)
Anyway, things. There have been things. (Including one more, which I promise to tell you about soon.) I moved from a winter of perching on ladders and fighting with ice to a spring of no time no time no time. With any luck, this summer will be a chance to breathe, to pick berries and make jam, to reacquaint myself with trails I’ve been ignoring. Perhaps even to see another movie. We’ve almost reached the summer solstice, and I’ve yet to truly enjoy the light.