Late Winter Musings

February tends to be the time of year when we in the Northwest are tired of the wet and gray of winter, ready for life to spring forth once again. Ready to see more of the sun and more blue skies. And ready for warm breezes again. Ready to see buds and flowers reappear, and ready to get outside without being drizzled upon.

I, personally, am ready to create more inner shifts. Ready to walk myself a step closer to a new normal. I think the world is ready to take another step into a new normal, too. With some things you just can’t go backward. And truly, who’d want to? I’m not really that sort of girl anyway.

The big inner shift that began almost five years ago is still rocking my world a bit, but things are a little more settled out. Just a little. Having a recent healing session with a very intuitive Reiki Master, we chatted as she ran Reiki healing energy and asked if I’d like her to do some sound healing with her crystal bowls and tuning forks. The vibrations of the crystal bowls felt so good as they reverberated through my body, and the tuning forks acted a bit like acupuncture needles, unblocking the flow of energy in my body. I’m actually pretty new to sound healing, but I like it.

Confessing to my practitioner that I’m really over all this constant change I’ve been going through (it’s exhausting and I don’t really have much control over it), and would like to feel more like myself again, she tuned into my inner child, whose thoughts I was echoing. The younger version of myself stood defiantly with her arms crossed across her chest with an impatient sourpuss’s face. Yup. You know the mood. It’s been simmering in the background for a while now. And with the pandemic’s progress, my inner child seems to be echoing the mood of the entire country. So done with it. The Reiki quiets this voice.

When my practitioner picks up on intuitive information, she lets me know. Usually, she’s not telling me anything I don’t already know at some level, but she provides clarity, validation, and gets little glimpses into the near future. She talked about upcoming changes in my healing journey – peeling away another big layer. She sees it happening either this or next month. Hopefully, something that will feel significant.

As she mentioned it I remembered that my first big awakening happened just over a decade ago in early March. A few years later I connected with the hypnotherapist who would help jet-propel my healing journey – also in March. And the current rocket-fueled trajectory I seem to be on kicked off in late Feb and early March.

Apparently, we each have a time of year when big change happens more easily. I suppose an astrologist would see this in my chart. And for me, it seems to be very late winter, just before spring. I’m looking forward to whatever comes!

While I wait, one of the things I haven’t done in a few years is growing fragrant bulbs inside. When I grew up, my mom almost always had paperwhite narcissus bulbs sitting in the bay window around this time of year. They’d sit atop white gravel, shoot up their greens, and bloom into the most fragrant white blossoms. Inspired by a few bulbs I’ve seen for sale locally, I ordered some paperwhite narcissus and blue hyacinths. But instead of using a shallow pot or bowl like Mom would use, I’m going to grab a few of my wide mouth quart canning jars and fill the bottom few inches with gravel, topping them off with a few bulbs. This way, when the stems grow tall and want to tip over, they’ll be supported by the jar. And my house will smell like heaven!

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