Well, it is spring after all! Am I shedding old skin, undergoing an inner housecleaning, blossoming — starting anew?
Is there a brand new person growing inside me?
Sure feels like it.
In any case, it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken…
Perhaps I should I say it’s been months since my last confession.
Probably not, considering my fairly forthcoming nature — I’m sure I confessed yesterday, or maybe even this morning when I woke up. I don’t mean apologize, I mean something else entirely, although there are quite a few finger-pointing, finger-wagging definitions for this idea of confession.
One typical definition describes acknowledging or avowing a fault, crime, misdeed, weakness, etc. by way of revelation. Pretty dramatic if you think about it.
And besides, we can’t really “get it wrong.” On any given day, we are doing our best in that moment, and that is anything but wrong. Nevertheless, most references to this word “confess” convey the idea of not wanting to hold some sort of wrongdoing secret within oneself.
There is, however, a more life-giving, life-affirming definition a little further down the line, which is “to own or admit as true.” Now there’s something to write home about!
For me, here’s what’s true these days.
Being a truly Happy Cappy (Capricorn) in Spring is getting out the spade, the shovel, the hoe, and the hand trowel. Right now I have about a bushel of marigold seeds from last years garden — need any? Send me your address and I’ll send you a handful.
I can relate.
So what’s going on inside me? I don’t really know. I can’t tell yet what I’m becoming. I’m waiting to see what I grow into.
What, you, too?
Shall we keep each other posted? It’s a deal.