{"id":520,"date":"2013-01-25T08:00:03","date_gmt":"2013-01-25T08:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/asenseofplace\/?p=520"},"modified":"2013-01-25T15:43:41","modified_gmt":"2013-01-25T15:43:41","slug":"520","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/asenseofplace\/2013\/01\/520\/","title":{"rendered":"Waiting for spring"},"content":{"rendered":"<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-\/\/W3C\/\/DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional\/\/EN\" \"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/TR\/REC-html40\/loose.dtd\">\n<html><head><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><\/head><body><p>I\u2019ve found a new trail to walk and learn: the Chehalis Western Trail, 21 miles of paved over railroad, cutting through unincorporated land and through two towns. It doesn\u2019t have the <em>magic<\/em> that I feel at Mclane, but it\u2019s peaceful, quiet, and new.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_521\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-521\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8089\/8359987441_0f0ab49491_b.jpg\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-521\" title=\"Chehalis Western\" src=\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/310\/2013\/01\/Chehalis-Western-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\"><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-521\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Chehalis Western Trail, photo courtesy of <a title=\"Regan House Photo\" href=\"http:\/\/www.reganhousephoto.com\" target=\"_blank\" class=\" decorated-link\" rel=\"nofollow\">Regan House Photo<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I\u2019ve gotten out and about a little bit more in the last two weeks than I have in a while. I\u2019m looking for signs of spring, signs of the shift to brighter days. I love winter. I love that we\u2019re in the thick of the quiet and the cold, but this winter\u2019s intensity is wearing on me.<\/p>\n<p>The sunrises lately have been so beautiful \u2014 and they are coming earlier. The sun is setting later. The extra light feels good to the bones. I\u2019ve noticed some of the bushes have a faint red glow \u2014 the new growth inching forward. One of the bushes at our house has teeny tiny buds. I feel like those buds: tiny, peeking out, not ready to bloom. I\u2019m ready for the next season, but the time isn\u2019t right.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not familiar with anyone spot here to recognize the micro-changes. That\u2019s one of the joys of <em>knowing<\/em> a place \u2014 being able to see the tiny changes. Even though I don\u2019t have that here yet, I\u2019m definitely in rhythm with the light and larger pattern of this land and climate. That pleases me. Right now my personal reserves are very, very low. I am looking to the rhythm of light and land to feed me right now, give me a boost of energy to get through the rest of this cold season.<\/p>\n<p>I feel like my inner landscape matches the land: cold, a little barren, but with patches of green, tired, muddy. I don\u2019t feel magically potent or connected.<\/p>\n<p>I keep listening for the birds to sing. I keep watching for the bushes to bud. I keep waiting for the warmth of the sun. This is the thick of midwinter.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve gotten out and about a little bit more in the last two weeks than I have in a while. I&#8217;m looking for signs of spring, signs of the shift to brighter days. I love winter. 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