It is a gorgeous, heart-lifting day here in the not-so-wild midwest. Today I stood in the kitchen, stirring oatmeal to the familiar sound of a spring dove somewhere in the yard making its lilting, melancholy call as the sun shone down all dappled through the blinds, and I can’t say I can think of many better ways to start a day. I am aching for flowers. I invoke tulips, I beg for crocuses, I dream of narcissus – come come come come come! If it weren’t a tad chilly still ’round these parts, with a layer of snow still lurking in the colder spots and snowstorms still occasionally rushing in to make a March delivery, I’d have run outside to do an impromptu flower-invoking dance in front of the bulb garden this morning. I caught five robins doing such a dance only just a few days ago, even among the fresh-fallen snow and the grey skies.
Lo, everything’s coming up New. And Good. Good New! Sounds like my kind of thing. Thus, a new feature here at Pagan Godspell, in honor of the Season of Good New – The Pagan Godspell Book Review Series. As you may recall, I have a slight thingy for the written word in the form of handy rectangular bound boxes of paper (as my mentor, Saint Cranky Bookstore Guy from The NeverEnding Story might say: “They make no bee-bee-bee-beeps”).