spring has now unwrapped her flowers

spring has now unwrapped her flowers SOMEONE WROTE THIS, I DON'T KNOW WHO, BUT NOT ME
day is fast reviving
life with all its growin powers
towards the light is striving
all the world with beauty fills
all the world with beauty fills
gold the green enhancing
flowers make glee among the hills
and set the meadows dancing AUTHOR UNKNOWN

I wrote the rest of this post. A dream:  I was at a conference that had no facilitation. Not open space, just poorly planned. All women. So everyone was hanging out,just roaming around, wondering what to do. Someone that did not know me had been asking around , or something (this was some dream confusion, the weird way dreams sometimes (always?) unfold, outside physical plane logic sometimes?..

someone women, two, came to me and asked if I could do something with music, saying tht some art would be good to coalesce the women's energy


at first I began to demur but something in me was dran to lead the group in singing. with no instruments what else could I offer but to sing, to sing in rounds. I agreed while still casting about in my mekories for something to sing. At first I thought of somewhat dull things to sing in rounds, like
frere jacque or you are my sunshine.  I cast off my dull song choices and decided to trust that a good song would come to me. And then it did.

I remember this song, typed at the top of this post. My daughter learned it in school and taught it to me as she and I worked in the garden of our house, new-to-use that spring. The song was perfect for working in our new garden. I had bought the house in winter and did not know what the landscaping was so spring days were unwrapping the shrubs, perennials, trees and weeds with each passing day.

Age ten, I think, Katie had learned the song and sung it many times and knew it well. She had the fast memory of a smart child and the embodied memory of having sung it over and jover. It took me several run throughs to memorize it but, as we see, I did memorize it. and memorized it for good because twenty five years later, I still know it.

Of course, when I remembered this song in my dreamscape, I decided to teach it to the women. When this plan emerged, I felt peaceful, confident and happy; In my dream, I kept going to a sloping hill with all the women assembled, imagined myself breaking them into three smaller groups, imagined myself teaching the group this song, imagined the group getting it well enough, with me reciting the lines one at a time as they sung the previous ones, guiding, conducting, leading.

I awoke before I lead the group in song but, in my dreamscape, I knew that the singing in rounds was wonderful, popular and energizing.

'art is like that.