It’s the last day of March (how’d that happen?) and I thought I’d drop in to offer you, beloved reader, belated-ish vernal blessings, and some random expressions. Random ‘cause coherency is just too damned hard for me these days. You too, right?
Anyway…
March opened with a grateful roasting of the last Tromboncino squash (Cucurbita moschata) of the 2025 harvest season. I love this Italian heirloom for its generous flexibility. I harvest them young/immature throughout their growing season to enjoy as a summer squash, while others get sliced, chopped, etc. and dehydrated, and at least two are left on the vines to mature into a winter squash for winter storage. This simple act conjured appreciation, gratitude, and culinary joy which culminated into sweet Medicine, simple distracting Medicine that I needed given the world events that were unfolding in the moment.
A couple days later the full moon presented, and I was ripe and ready with a host of gratitudes to honor, as I do every month, in and with the reflective glow of Luna. Gratitudes held and offered in that delicious squash. Gratitudes of Medicine for me, for my loved ones, and - at the risk of sounding tilted - for the greater world. And, not least, never least, gratitudes for Gaia.
The month was sprinkled with moments of escapism (you too, right?), as well as true delights. There was a sweet visit from a friend (and their spouse) not seen since before COVID, a virtual reunion with another friend - complete with plans to manifest future IRL time, shared time with yet another beloved peppered throughout the month, an acceleration of seed starting, actively engaging more bella vita, garden wandering and early bed prepping, fruit tree trimming, baby chicks, the first of the allium harvests, open windows, and a Friday the 13th was tucked in there - our anniversary - which was on a Friday back in the day, and I dig when that mash-up happens. Thankfulnesses, one and all.
Today I give attention to a dear friend who would have been 67, so I plan to sip some tea, get a little high, and raise a glass to her badass spirit this evening. I miss her so hard some days. I also offer attention to a living friend who turns 65 today; a long-time friend who is ghosting me… again. Since November, and I’ve been gently reaching out. I’ve been living with this on-n-off relationship for decades, long before I had a name for it. I’ve never, not once, known the whys of the silent times. And it’s not like I haven’t asked. Yet, I’ve consistently kept the door open over the decades for when they eventually return. This time feels heavy, tiresome, a tad baneful, and I wonder what to do with these Feels. There’s a new moon coming up, and in the dark moon days that proceed it, I give attention to things I wish to release. This relationship, or rather my investment in it (so to speak) is - methinks - ready to go. After a birthday wish I’ll close the door, but leave it unlocked, as is my habit with such wayward connections.
Today my distractions from the-world-that-needles will be revisiting many of those mentioned gratitudes, among others, as I move through my trifling woes, such as they are.
And I will nurture more bella vita in my day today, and in the days to follow. I invite you to do the same. For you, for your loved ones, for our shared life, for Gaia.
Peace.
