Time to Emerge and Step Into the Light

Purple crocus.

Purple Crocus. Taken 3/12/2015. Canon Rebel XS.

Spring is just a few days away now. Can you feel it? I do, things stirring beneath the surface as nature comes out of hibernation and into its yearly cycle of rebirth, the return of warmer temperatures, a few more minutes of light every day, pushing back the darkness. The first of our crocuses bloomed last week after one of the worst stretches–maybe the worst stretch–of winter weather we’ve ever had.

Similarly, over the past few months I’ve felt like I’m emerging from a long, hard Winter of the soul. Now it’s time to break the surface, to send out tender, green shoots, to leaf and bud and bloom. It’s time to see and be seen, to leave the dark womb of the earth and turn my face to the light.

It’s no coincidence that my word for 2015, when it found me in December, turned out to be “Light.”

In January, I reminded myself to look for the light, to reframe what I would normally find discouraging. Not that I was perfect about doing this, mind you, but building a new, positive habit in the place of an old, negative one takes time, patience, self-forgiveness and willingness to try, try again.

In February, I found myself in a situation that I could either try to fight, or to which I could surrender. I spent a couple of days internally warring with myself, and then asked, “What would make me feel lighter?” The answer? Surrender. So I did. You know what happened? The situation resolved itself a few days ago, and turned out just as I had hoped.  With the fight taken out of it, however, the time in the in-between was much more peaceful.

This month seems to be about stepping into the light and radiating it outward. I’ve been looking for conventional employment after some time away to pursue other interests (writing and photography, chiefly, which has been personally and artistically rewarding, but not monetarily so). I will continue to do so, and when I get discouraged and everything feels heavy, I will ask myself, “What would make me feel lighter?” I will tell myself that being a light attracts good things (it really does), and if the doors aren’t opening, it’s because those aren’t my doors. (And, undoubtedly, I will have days of doubt and darkness. This is normal and okay as long as I don’t dwell there too long. Light, to me, encompasses gentleness and compassion, too.)

Then, there is writing. Last August, I shared a prose poem I’d written called “To Write Brave,” and after posting one poem in September, I haven’t really lived up to that. It’s time.  It’s time to start putting some of my writing out there, and to start writing the things that have been hanging around the back of my mind, nudging me periodically, but have brought up internal, fear-based objections. You know the ones. The “oh-what-will-people-think-of-me-if-I-write-THAT?!” one, and, of course, the “I-don’t-know-if-I’m-good-enough-to-do-it-justice” one. This is the first step, writing the occasional blog post.

There are also two literary journal deadlines coming up in May for which I have over a month to prepare, one being a contest for emerging writers that holds the possibility of a $1,000.00 prize in addition to publication, and three categories (poetry, fiction, and nonfiction). This is perfect timing, because some of those ideas hanging around in the back of my mind–the ones I’m scared to write–are for short stories, stories that could shine a light on some things that are important to me and some of the people I know. Getting published at all, never mind the contest, is a long shot, but I have to try. There will never be a better time, whether that means collecting rejections, firing things off into the void and receiving no response at all, or getting published. There will never be a better time.

Across the board, it’s time for me to step into the light and shine to the best of my ability, then let The Divine That Which Is Bigger Than Me take care of the rest. This is what’s Spring is stirring in me. What is Spring stirring in you?


The Work of Being Reborn

the work of being reborn
is anything but quick and easy.

it is slow labor:  tearing down,
removing, gathering, rebuilding.

Is this how the phoenix feels,
piecing herself back together
one tiny, transformed ash at a time?

Dancing Flames.

Dancing Flames. Canon Rebel XS.