What
does your inner landscape teach you about your own season of spring?
“Inner
waters resemble the tides ebbing and flowing at the ocean’s edge. Like the
spring buds, what has lied dormant for a while within is now beginning to
sprout. Ideas emerge; insights arise. The fertile ground of soul is being
cracked wide open with the pressure of growth from below. Something is pushing
upward from far within. I can a-l-m-o-s-t see the sprout. It is not a fully
comfortable feeling – having this as-yet-unidentifiable seed growth tearing
through the layers of inner soil. The commitment is to nurture it and watch what
blooms. Honor what blooms within you by providing shelter, exposing it to the
sunlight, watering and weeding it. Even prune when necessary. But do not
smother, stifle or otherwise inhibit its growth. It has perhaps been waiting
since long ago to come forth. I find miracles happening even within myself. How
could I squelch the divine?”
“I
can smell it now, doors open to the burgeoning springtime. I am delirious with
giddy excitement. I am in love! I am taken by the arm … my lips purse into the
shape of a kiss … I feel I could hug forever the fragrance that comes in whiffs
and puffs and big knock-me-down-flat gusts of aphrodisiac scent. My knees are
weak and my hands tremble a bit. I tie my fingers fast to each other lest I
tangle them around a stem in a too-tight embrace and knock the life out of the
fiery yellow, sacred white, and shocking fuchsia petals that somehow produce
and yet cannot contain their natural perfume. It’s better than incense: it
doesn’t burn out quickly or create ash in its exhaustion. For these dear and
precious unexpected moments, I am bowled over! It is nothing short of love for
the smells that are carried in here…and that I swim through when I move across
the threshold into the outside place surrounding my four walls.”
“It’s
true:
I
write the word “love” in nearly every piece of writing I manage.
It’s
true:
I
fall in love with the natural world over and over,
and
over again.
Smitten.
Heart-wrenching,
butterflies-in-gut, perfect infatuation deepened into sustaining love. Over and
over,
and
over again.”
Spring
is here! Nature is reflecting back to each of us who we truly are. May what is
ripe and ready within you bloom in full grace and with great beauty!
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