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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Spring

As the tiny crocus opens to the sun, so the womb of Goddess opens to send new life into the world.  This is spring the time of rebirth, of new beginnings and the surprisingly novel impression – no matter how old one is – of resonance with that part of our heart that is always in love and the renewal of nature. Soon the parade of flowers from spring to summer to fall will begin, set to the music of bird song and billowing breeze. Three seasons will flow one into the other in a stream of changing colors and sweet perfume.  Bees, butterflies and hummingbirds will come to pollinate in their gentle and gracious way, sharing from plant to plant the pollen that guarantees a bountiful and beautiful presentation of Earth’s gifts.

Right now as winter has ended and spring begun the world is so cold, unforgiving, brutal and dangerous. It is all so ugly that I sometimes wonder if there is any point to living in this beastly nightmare.  However, such thoughts are a betrayal of Goddess, of Earth, of me. Outside in the afternoon, washed clean by a spring snow, I seem to hear the Fae saying that it is all a matter of balance, and balance can be altered. That is the spring crop we must sow for harvest in fall – a new balance.  Blessed be.