Persephone's Ascent
I have left the basement behind and ascended the stairs out of winter. I did not complete my task down in my own personal underworld but accept how much I tried to do.
Now the verdant outdoors calls. Birds chirp. The crab apple tree is about to blossom. Yes, Persephone is truly back in the upper world with her mother and all living things start to blossom and grow in abundance.
And I find a new task for this season above ground. Not an easy one, in fact perhaps even harder than trying to clean my basement.
My dear one and I have an old house out in the country. Inheritated in a circuitous way from others, we have the communal house that once housed so many. Now it is vacant and empty and falling into the ground. It is totally a house of memory and I muse on trying to clean it up
This task makes the basement seem easy and I wonder..is this all my life ends up being???cleaning up one endless mess after another...my basement,...the garage...the old house at the farm..and before all this, my parents house....and so forth.
I have to find some kind of shape and meaning to all this and so I write and muse and allow the past that dwells in memory to rise up and direct me on my way...somehow giving meaing to what can be overwhelming. my tool, my magic wand, the ability to craft meaning into words
Somehow giving shape to what has been tossed into a pile, what is falling apart, what needs to be thrown out and what needs to be shared and saved.
the air turns pink outside with promise...the grass turns green after the long winter... I muse and wander and wonder through my labyrinths of stuff...trusting that I will come out in the end with order, meaning and relief..
Soon the trilliums will bloom all over the hillside out there around the decaying house. Nature prevails and continues. I rest in its cycles of change and beauty and try as best as I can to deal with my earthly squalor allowing nature and its birdsong and emerging plant life to carry me along.


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