Inspiration, Spring

Spring Equinox Blessing

The poem and artwork are attributed to Stephanie Laird

Here in California, it doesn’t look like Spring is tomorrow. It’s another drizzly day among weeks of dreariness.

But, during the one-half day of sun, the orange poppies unfurled to soak up the sunshine, and the daffodils pushed slender stalks through the coarse mulch to show off delicate petals.

A pair of white mourning doves visit the bare silk tree in the garden, bringing four baby grey-speckled fledglings. They know there’s water in the fountain and bird seed in the feeder.

They know they are safe from our two cats, who watch them inside the house atop their multi-tiered kitty condo.

A walk through the backyard garden finds another flower pushing through the damp, a blue spindle. Lupine must’ve blown into the yard from somewhere far away.

The scent of jasmine from a heavy bush bursting with star petals scent the yard and I’m reminded, through thick and thin, storms and dry seasons, that spring is coming.

Despite the forecast, live like it’s Spring.”

Lily Pulitzer


The Magical Mystery Tour of DST

Ugh, Daylight Saving Time. That magical mystery time of year when we all lose an hour of sleep and gain an hour of confusion.

Maybe you handle this better, but I stumble around and am out of sync for a few days.

In the six months between Fall Backward and Spring Forward, I forget how to reset my coffee pot, microwave, and the clock in my car. But my iPhone does the springing or falling automatically, so I am grateful for the little things.

If you’re in California, do you remember that we voted to keep the clock the same throughout the year, or did I dream it?

This week may turn even the cheeriest person into a grumpy Gus. We’re all cranky from losing an hour of sleep and feeling out of step with our world. I usually need an extra cup of coffee to perk up (no pun intended).

And didn’t medical professionals say the springtime change has been linked to an increase in cardiac events?

I read a study that DST disrupted sleep and found an increase in hospitalizations for atrial fibrillation in the days following the springtime transition to DST.

The same study cites that more people have problems falling asleep, mood disorders, and fatal car crashes during DST.

Maybe we’re grumpy because we can’t sleep, have heart arrhythmia, or stay up worrying about car crashes.

I hear the case to standardize the time to year-round has made it to the Capitol with the bill The Sunshine Protection Act. I’m not holding my breath.

The American Medical Association put in their dime (because, you know, inflation means it’s not 2 cents anymore):

our internal clock is not as well aligned during daylight saving time. “Light in the morning is very important,” she says. “Restoring permanent, year-round standard time is the best option for our health and well-being,”

Dr. Jennifer Martin

Daylight Saving Time is a weird and confusing time of year. It’s like the universe is playing a cruel joke on us, messing with our sleep schedules and our sense of time.

But at least we can all commiserate together, grumbling and complaining until we finally adjust to the new time. And who knows, maybe by the time we do, it’ll be time to switch back again.

A poem:

The Day After Daylight Savings Time

Blue numbers on my bedside clock
tell I forgot to change the hour.
This sets routines on haywire.
Like a domestic goat staked
to its circle of earth,
I don’t do well untethered.
I have no hunger for early dinner,
become confused by the sound
of children who seem out
too late for a school night.
They’ve found an extra helping
of daylight to romp on new grass
and can’t contain themselves,
strip off jackets, scatter
like a rag of ponies.
Whatever time says,
their joy insists
on springing forward.


Margaret Haase

Take extra care of yourselves this week, and be well.

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