At Your Service

This morning an eagle graced my path. A slight movement in the trees first caught my attention. The strong brown body perched within a barren maple, barely visible; I suddenly saw the stark white head framed against the grey morning sky. Then he spread those wings and took flight – a marvel to behold.
In the yard, snowdrops have opened amidst the last remnants of snowpocalypse. The bobcat that found its way into my yard during the storm seems to have returned to deeper cover – the chipmunks and squirrels no longer seem afraid, bunnies everywhere. The melt and rain run in rivulets through the grass and around the fallen branches. It is all March marsh.
This week I also had my first snowbird sighting. It was in the post office, where I must go until I replace the mailbox that was among the storm losses. He was talking to the postmistress and when he turned my way, there were smiles all around. You don’t know how much you miss some people until you see them again. This was the sure sign that spring is here.
We are in the midst of the biggest social event of the year – the great coming out. After months of being sequestered in our homes, hunkered by the fire, almost everyone is stretching their limbs and moving around. While there have been occasions for people to connect, most of those have been under-populated. These are the weeks in which we rediscover how much we enjoy the company of others.
It is also the period in which our not-for-profits are putting together their activities for the summer season. Planning meetings seem to be going on daily as the organizations we count of for our entertainments plan their events. Whether you are coming out of hibernation or returning from the southern regions, this is the time to jump back in to life in these mountains.
The grey weather makes it easy to lose sight of the turning of the season. While we know that our skies still have at least one more good snow storm in them, it is time to move into the active part of the year. The surest way to pick up energy is to give ourselves an activity pick-me-up. It begins when we join with our neighbors to develop the projects that we find meaningful. It is equally enervating to simply do that spring cleaning and begin the yard clean-up.
I have a sense of what it feels like to be that eagle. During this long winter I have almost blended into my environs: staying home, talking to few. Emerging into the world at large, I find that I must stretch before spreading my wings. The more my arm muscles reach out, the more I feel like following with my spirit. I notice that others are making similar moves as my telephone is beginning to ring.
It is spring, the time to spread our wings and let our spirits soar again.