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.
