It's been gritty and cold and long, this winter, this living sometimes, lately, it's been harsh, harsher than anyone wanted, relentless, but somehow as Tom Waits says, you can never hold back spring: You can never hold back Spring/even though you've lost your way/the world keeps dreaming of Spring/so close your eyes/open your heart/to one who's dreaming of you. . .
There's no shortcut to Spring, if there was we'd all take it. And sometimes, sometimes it's a just a brutal walk, but even when the winter is rough, unyielding, we're not stuck - the world keeps dreaming of spring, keeps turning, and if we keep walking suddenly somehow it's all slush and potholes but it's so good that slush, even the potholes, and we feel the promise inside us and something inside us rises up. Lately some of us have been exploring landscapes we didn't want to think about let alone explore, but even though the landscape seems at first so bleak, so unrelentingly grim, it too breaks, colour seeps through, grass cracks concrete, boulders roll, curtains tear and there's life again, sweet, tender, resilient.
Still, if there was a plebiscite on short cuts, I'd vote in favour. Until then... i guess we'll have to settle for the long way round and try to be as kind to one another as we can, as we clean the grit out of our ears and eyes and get our front ends re-aligned, and be glad that there's One who dreams of us, even when our own dreaming is in disarray....
Hope wherever you are it's getting warmer too, that bits of colour are breaking through.