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This first day of spring morning, when I pulled back the curtains, I was greeted by a fresh coat of snow. The branches were all coated in fluffy white and the blanketed grass contrasted sharply against the darkened wet street. Not very spring like at all, but quite beautiful. By noon it had disappeared, though it still wasn't feeling much like spring!
The day progressed roughly for me. After pouring myself a full mug of steaming hot coffee, I sat down to enjoy it, but my hands have been hurting a lot lately and the cup simply felt too heavy and my hand gave out, releasing the scalding liquid all over my lap, over flowing onto the wool rug at my feet, and soaking the off white chair I was sitting in. Spring forward?! After a good cry and slowly making it through the clean up, I did enjoy a two handed cup, as my lap radiated up at me.
A bit later, I decided to water my plants. I have a lot of plants - well over 100 scattered through out the house. Most are of the cacti variety, so at least I don't have to water as often! I thought I was being conservative, but again and again, as I turned away from a series of pots, I'd begin to hear that drip drip drip of an over flowing drip tray. Table and floor puddle formed here and there.
I started to see a pattern in this day - the over flow, things not being able to be contained. From the unexpected snow, to a cup running over, flowing tears and watering plant puddles... My body wanted to curl into a ball, not reach and stretch and wipe and launder - remember, this all started with the bone on bone grinding that sent my mug tumbling... but come on. I'm sitting here in my beyond comfortable home, electricity humming to bring my images to you, heat warming the room where I sit, belly full from a tasty dinner...
My cup runneth over. I can not be contained.