March third. It has come so quickly that I am surprised it is already March, and I am not quite ready for the month of spring to be here. Maybe I have not played enough in the snow this year. This winter has been a transition for me: the first trimester of pregnancy into the second, the loss and regaining of energy, the expansion of my belly, the waves of emotions, the juggling of a full time job with planning a new farm. No wonder March’s arrival surprises me–I think I slept through December and January since the first trimester exhausted me. Now I am reclaiming that time, staying up and reading, journaling, finding the rhythm of my pen on paper again. The baby is helping, too. Each time I feel it move I slow down inside the moment, expanding my attention to the rhythm inside me, to the snow falling outside, to whatever small miracle is revealing itself.
As I write on this Sunday morning, I find I still must practice claiming the space I need. I breathe deeply, and before thinking of everything I have to do, and before thinking I can do it all today, I remind myself:
This moment is graceful This moment is abundant This moment is all there isHow do I want to experience each moment?
gracefully joyfully thankfully with loveThis life is energy evolving. May I dance with it as it unfolds. May I dance as my heart opens, ever expanding with the Universe.
