The wind is howling and though it’s February, I’m reminded of the saying, “The month of March blows in like a lion and goes out like a lamb”. When I was a child growing up in Iowa, and the wind blew in like this, we’d head out to an open field with our kites.
Today I read that the saying may come from the stars. In March, Leo the lion is the rising sign, and as April arrives, it’s Aries, so March ends, a lamb before the ram.
Now, sitting in a room newly painted and open to contemplation with still bare walls, I look up and notice the trees outside are painting on one wall. I’m touched with the beauty, a lesson delicately swaying the gift of change.
My heart ties ribbons to the tail of a kite.