Onion Snows and Messages

I’m ready for spring.

Yeah, I know. Join the crowd, Lisa.

We’ve not even had a hard winter (in my opinion), and yet I’m ready for the curtain to be lowered on it. In fact, I think we got off pretty easily this year. Yeah, we may have one more good snowstorm (and when I say ‘good’ I mean really good – like over a foot of snow at least). But even if we do get a couple more snowstorms before our patience is rewarded with an abundance of colors and sounds, buzzes and buds, they’ll probably just be ‘onion’ snows.

That makes me smile. Do people even use that term anymore? Obviously, it was coined to describe one of those snowstorms in late March through mid April that might leave a couple of inches on the ground, but which melts by mid-day. It’s called an ‘onion’ snow because it serves as an insulating blanket and then watering system for one of the earliest crops of the season: onions.

Wow.

From Onion Snows to Car Stories

You can tell I don’t feel like talking about ponderous topics tonight. Ha – I’m so transparent! I can’t hide anything from you guys.

I do have another car story for you, but I’m not going to tell it tonight. My Prius employed creative license and a rather impressive dramatic flair yesterday to bring home an admonition I’ve received recently from a variety of messengers. I mean: you can’t make this stuff up.

But I need to give it a few days to settle in before I write about it.

Perhaps I’m feeling a need to formally acknowledge receipt of the message before I go talking about it? I’m not sure.

Some Obvious Messages and Some Painful Ones

I actually feel like I’ve been bombarded with messages lately. Some have been obvious. Some have been painful and potentially life-path changing. Given what unfolded yesterday, I’m guessing that Spirit was assuming I wasn’t listening. And truth be told, maybe I was blowing them off.

It can be distressing to have Spirit ‘call you on your shit.’

Which makes me wonder why it’s sometimes so hard to do what we know we should do; need to do; must do. It’s especially vexing when the thing we’re being told we should do, need to do, must do is something we yearn to do.

What’s With the Desire for Comfort?

That tells me that it must be more comfortable to be in a somewhat dark place, hunkering down fearfully, worried about the implications of what might happen if we listen to the messages, than it is to just burst up out of the darkness and do something different.

Perhaps it is comfortable. Yeah, I can see that maintaining the status quo can produce a rut that’s familiar, if nothing else. Perhaps not snuggly comfortable, but known.

Onion Snow? Or Avalanche.

Yet I yearn to listen, to poke through my resistance like the first green blades of crocus and daffodil leaves that revealed themselves today from under the crusted, dirty snow of last week. But I don’t know if I can do it.

I was all psyched Sunday night. I saw what I’d unwittingly achieved for liberation of my own awareness, and I could taste the possibility of implementing some of the messages I’ve been receiving (from inner and outer messengers). And then it all shut down.

Maybe what fell on my head was just an onion snow. Or maybe it was a freaking avalanche. I’m not sure yet.