The Season of March

We're heading into my favorite time of year. Emerging from the hunkered down posture of Winter, I feel like I can see the deep bone structure of the land, of my life.  The green hum of the sap rising is beginning, and I feel flooded with possibilities, projects, births, new routines, a shift in awareness.

I still feel so little energy or desire to "do" much of anything but I've had a couple of good days of late, where I felt the silt settle and a little more clarity and agency flow through my body.  Just a little. As I walk the goat fence, I realize how far I and the farm came last year.  We are in far better shape to fall in love with some idea or project and make it happen.    And no deaths this winter! Though I haven't checked the bees yet, they may not have made it.  But I did, despite    a lot.  I wonder if the strong woman I used to be is lying dormant, giving my wispier self time to satiate on silence and sleep and all other indulgences and becoming ready to "pull up my socks" and start using this life I've been given , to live?   I feel that strength in my bones but not in my stomach yet.
Gently, gently, it's coming, no rush.            
I want to feel my own sap rising!