“Mud season is a period in late winter and early spring when dirt becomes muddy from melting snow and ice. Mud season occurs in places where the ground freezes in winter and thaws in spring.” Wikipedia
The in-between. A thawing. Too messy and unstable for most of the pleasures of winter or summer.
I’m in the mud season of my own life. That makes me laugh but I think it’s so fitting!
I’m somewhere in between where I was and what I’m becoming.
This moment, it’s muddy, messy, and maddening. (A nod to my students who just learned about alliteration:))
Trevor Hall sings so beautifully what I’m feeling as I stand on that edge:
What I know, is that I don’t know
And now I dance and I sing and I live full
I give it all to the call of the unknown
Aho
I’m ready to give it all to the call of the unknown again, like I did as a young woman who thought everything was possible.
I’m ready to look at my van, my age, my leave of absence as an amazing chance…to feel it all, without boundaries, and witness what happens when I trust…
It might just all work out. Won’t I at least feel strong by taking a step towards that unknown possibility, rather than staying stuck in the concrete safety of what is,
when what is, isn’t working for me?
Mud season…a transition from what was, to what will be. There’s beauty in the messy madness of it all. And let’s be real, there’s always a sun-soaked crag to climb if you know where to look.
