Z is for Zeverything!

So we move away from the holidays and sink into 2017 for real. February is upon us, the year already picking up speed. The wallet is a bit tight after December and we here in the Northeast are hunkered down for a winter that seems to not really want to get going.

We've cleaned out closets, we've made our To Be Accomplished Lists, we're working on our New Year's Resolutions ( or not). This time of year gets a bit weird for people. It's an "In-Between" time. The romance/despair of Christmas (or whatever you celebrate is done) but it's not quite time to breathe in that first amazing Spring day, when the light changes and the sun warms the Vitamin D back into you.

So what the hell is there to do in the In Between Time?

Zeverything, I say. Zeverything!

I got sucked into an Amazon Prime orginal short series called Z - The Beginning of Everything, which captures the life of Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald. Their story has long been an inspiration of mine. Creative, absorbed, larger than life and painful and dramatic their love story was, yes, but honestly, who else in the room could hold their attention for each other? If you are going to fall in love, fall all the way down the well, regardless of where it takes you.

The show "Z" itself is fun, a bit overacted at times, but fun and thought provoking none the less. It appeals to my closeted southern drawl I still carry from years living in the south, and it certainly speaks to my free spirited nature. It reminded me of far too many antics I've gotten up to in the past three decades and inspired me to get up to some more.

Tomorrow, a part of my spiritual path has me enjoying a Rite called Imbolc. Though not the high festive holiday of Beltaine in May when we really get our Pagan cheer on, it's none the less a fine time for antics, especially of the fire kind. Imbolc reminds us to come up out of the darkness of the soul, where we have been traversing since Samhain (Halloween) and the diminished light that serves no harvest. The past four months have been a reckoning of our hearts, minds, and bodies. We have identified what no longer serves us and what to hold onto. We have slumbered, snuggled, and gone deep within. Now, the light is starting to come back, we need begin the journey upwards, through the rocks, dirt, and roots. Feel ourselves reaching towards the sun, begging it to come into us, light us from within and remind us, of what we really are and what we came here to do. The saying "Light a fire in your belly belongs to this time of year."

We are humans, with souls on fire, or at least, can be if we choose to taste from the cart of Zeverything. For me, I've been deep down in writing my book ( ran into a medium that told me to finish the freaking thing). I've had my nose in research. I've been listening to quieter music, music for meditating and yoga, music to calm my mind.

But today, I felt the change coming... I felt the stir of arousal for life.and as if to answer me, the universe provided songs like "Lust for Life" by Iggy Pop and a Yankee Clipper snow storm to go play in. I felt the need to sing and dance, and do things with some flair and wildness, just as Zelda would have done. This time of year, I always have to remind myself to not think so much, and do far more. I have to remind myself I didn't come here to study being human; I came here to be human. To love, to laugh, to kiss, to cry, to howl and run around on a beach naked in the middle of the night. And then beyond that, dare myself to do something really out of the box, whatever that is. It's not enough to just do things we love and call it a life.... we need get our Zelda on, and take it by the horns, swing it around the barn for a dosey doe (or a mosh pit), and howl at the moon all the while.

I don't know what this Spring will bring me, but I plan on it being a wild ride. I encourage you to do the same dear reader.

Go, get your Zelda on, and tell her I send my love from one southern belle to another.