Regina Trailweaver
Mud Season Musings
Updated: Apr 1
In Vermont the madness of March is in the mud
Then April showers in the cruelest month
Do other states even know what a mud room is?
It is the room where the outside comes in
And we try to contain it there
But it creeps up the stairs
Into the hall way
Winter is over but still it snows
Spring snow, ice over wet, slippery earth
It sounds like I am complaining
But I love it
We love it
Because this is the season that is not a season
The season full of false promise
That sweeps the positive aside
Drowns any optimism
And keeps us real and rooted
Some might say stuck in the mud
I say swim in it, like Shakti did
When she discovered and uncovered
The density of substance
The gravity that creates the structure
That allows this spirit to be embodied
If you are interested in learning more about Shakti and her relationship with dirt: