Ah, March. Just a few trots into the new year, March for me is the month where seedling plans, thoughts, and impressions of a new cycle are allowed to germinate. The frenetic pace of holidays and birthdays (all in quick succession), normalizes and a new pace settles in. In March I can breath, I can think, and I can focus (for the most part) on not just doing and getting through, but actually living in the minutes. The days begin to steal back their daylight…. There is hope for a thaw, and there are promised baby breaths of spring.
March is national women’s history month, sometimes Easter, sometimes Purim and Passover. We get the ides of March, St. Patrick’s day, and I’m sure all over, gyms luxuriate in the getting of new revenue brought by new memberships. March is the month that a seventeen year old me saw the other side of the world. In March of 1994, I went to France with my classmates and came home changed. But while there, I couldn’t believe the beauty of the landscape of France. It was chilled some days with the wind of early spring. The hills and brambles were covered and twisted with the brown deadened vines of the previous year, and dusted with infant leaves and buds of the new. I attributed all of this beauty to France. What I’ve realized in the years after, is that the beauty I was witnessing did not belong only to France, but belongs to the beauty of spring everywhere, which March ushers in.
March is the month in which just last year I left all I’d ever known of nursing, to pursue a dream that died hard. But soon the ability to dream (in a new way) was realized….was revived. And last but certainly most obscure, March gives us Casimir Pulaski Day. Casimir Pulaski Day– a day that honors an obscure a polish war hero– a holiday of which I’d never heard until I heard the song with the same title by Sufjan Stevens. It (the song) share’s March’s grappling with death and life and transformation and in frozen turn of life, steals back some daylight for itself. Welcome March, bring us your promises, and your intimacy with the infinite cycle of living.