Movement Beneath Stillness

The gate into March is now open.

A part of the calendar that moves forward with confidence, even when the landscape does not.

There is still snow everywhere.

Still ice beneath the surface.

Still the unmistakable hold of winter.

And yet, something has changed.

Not on the ground.

Not in the trees.

Not in any visible sign of warmth.

It’s in the light.

The well remains steady, as it has through every season, covered, weathered, patient.

A reminder that what sustains us does not disappear simply because it is hidden.

And nearby, the narrow stream moves quietly between its snowbound banks.

Contained, yet not stopped.

Life continuing beneath cold.

March does not arrive with blossoms.

It arrives with permission.

Permission to notice that winter is no longer absolute.

Permission to believe that a shift has already begun, even when nothing appears different.

There is no mud yet.

There are no buds ready to open.

But there is a soft release underway.

There is movement within stillness.

Winter holds the frame. Spring loosens it.

We are turning toward it now.

Talk soon...

G