It is well past 6pm and the sun has not yet set and this morning was not really until almost 7. But soon there’ll be 12 hours of light and dark.
I think between now and Equinox flowers will bloom. And down the mountain, I know they will .
Even though it was a mild winter, the lack of snow had a weird feeling of eternity anyway. It was as if, without the brain change of the endless white shapeless land, there was always just one season of not quite.
The thing with The Spring is that breaking out and going crazy. More properly called the Vernal Equinox, conjuring images of small tidal pools that will soon fill with the hatchlings of tadpoles. An opportunity to think about where things come from-a lot of times when things are emerging we are totally unaware of where they come from.
The Spring Equinox is about the sunrise which is the East and the place where the sun rises is the new hope- the new day. This is honored in a different way than where the sun sets. I think of inspiration and the eagle’s flight, vision and our ability to create and to breathe.
There is a vibrancy of becoming. Surprise! Spring!
We will face to the East as the sun sets in the West- Monday March 19th. Come participate in the balance of the start of equal night/equal day. We usually always talk about and honor the Earth Mother and her waking at this time of year. But also there are our selves and specifically the more simplified selves – ourselves as matter and energy. And there is the fleeting balance, the merry go round balance that passes quickly. The Jack-in-the-Box vs. the Jack O’ Lantern.
Bring your sprouting self. Bring something fragrant. Bring some dinner to share.
