“In the midst of winter, I finally learned within me there was an invincible summer” -Albert Camus
This quote sent me on a long journey several lifetimes ago, that today I become aware of more than I know.
Spring has sprung and Persephone took center stage, catching me by surprise as I waited in the curtains of winter’s wane.
Intermission can be difficult to endure when you have high hopes for the second act.
Birds are chanting a non-stop round of sound. Each carry their own unique tune of celebration that fill gaps for one another to catch their breath and allow the harmony to spiral onward, never missing a beat. The song is reminding us to rejoice and celebrate the storms we have weathered. The annual chorus of thanks for the darkness and the depths, so we may know the light and the height when we arrive once again. These moments of memory teach us to appreciate the complexities so that we may understand the precious gift of simplicity.
My insides burst, reaching out and up through the soil. I feel my roots once again giving life force to shoots of growth and transformation and I am forever grateful to the sparks in the dark that got my fire going again. Waves of thanks flood through my blood as the marrow receives strength to sprout this years seeds.
I may have eaten that pomegranate in a moment of weakness, but no force can hold me under for long. Soon the fruits of my labors will birth new ground for all to be nourished. Thought I was lost, but what I have found is that something quite magical can happen underground.
Now I reunite with Mother again, rejoicing in our everlasting bond and bounty.
Dig deep today and let the light in. The next cycle of life is ready to begin.....
(no sound of feathered friends included.....step outside and hear the masterpiece for yourself!)