I am suffering from spring fever. We have been oh so blessed with temperatures in the high 60's to mid 70's for the past week, and it is supposed to last all the way into this weekend. Daffodils are blooming, way too soon. I understand their urge.
I feel compelled to go, do, hike, run, and skip through my days, even the rainy ones. Warm weather makes me giddy.
This was published in Sacred Fools Press a few years ago. Someone asked me if the communal bed referred to incest. Not at all. We were poor and we shared the "bed" when we traveled. When Dad tossed a mattress into the bed of his panel truck, I knew we were going on a trip.
These days we travel in comfort and stay in motels.
grazing in pastures as we headed
nowhere, somewhere, anywhere