Spring Madness
The first time I remember Spring was in 1971 briefly, in that I heard oatmeal and cocoa were to be served AND Mommy was practicing serving in tennis. Not that Spring makes me think of salt, but that it makes me not think of it — one or the other — I do not normally fall apart on my own. I did wonder, however why there was powder and powdered chocolate being that nothing I ever saw really already looked like it. Completely different from the salt trucks and normally fierce winters, I suppose because it fine, light, and stored in those tin metal containers rather than poured out in granulated stones to keep up with the water content of snow, rain, sleet, hail, and ice storms. I do remember 1972 to a greater degree since I was 2 and a half by then instead of one and a half. That was the year of gates.
Although Spring is warm and the days sunny, it started this year with all the sirens, including the very cold weather. It is difficult to decipher when it is a level of cold that is ordinary in all of my concentration. There are many other tasks to do, such as reading a good book, my phone, or advice and agendas, but essentially one must have a good coat until sometime in April or even later, depending on the orbits and months before. Once this is accomplished, then it is important to have hats or earmuffs in your pockets along with gloves and a scarf until you can predict what the days will be like. This is a good method when hanging your coat on its hanger of being certain that you are prepared and have not gotten too exhausted, in the Ohio Valley anyway, because it gets both so cold and so hot.
The discovery of several options creates a maddening effect as Spring opens up some opportunities. You may feel like you are taking forever to decide what you are going to do on one hand, then turn around on the other hand believing someone is looking your way, listening to you, taking a little too long to decide themselves. Nearly completely possible to forget, in a couple of ways, Spring itself seems like “The Twilight Zone” amidst the discoveries of options that are available. The time for accomplishments needs to be balanced with friends, and in some cases with memory altogether. We are changing from Epics to Narrative stories with the NextGen illusions; I know that it would have to be called something else.
Angels can be intelligent with helping others experiencing spring madness, I say believing this without the certainty of which progressive steps have been taken, or without the certainty of taking the steps and only progressing through thinking about the steps. The way in which the twenty-first century is different could be noticing that when someone has arrived to speak, we make the stage more energetic for them, because it seems profound along with the involvement in logical timing. It is the present, although it is more like when I was 7 or eight years old and tried to glue several pieces to a mosaic.
