Spring, oh Spring!

Trees a-flower, blossoms abound
Until the rain or next cool breeze
Casts petals to the ground.

Tiny seeds in fresh turned dirt.
Moisten.  Hope just enough sun
Allows the miracle of new plants.
In just 5-30 days seedlings pushing up.
Emerging.

Promise of what will one day be
A sweet pea vine, lettuce, basil
Or columbine,

Spring.
Rain. Sun.
Hope.  Emergent.
How I sense the tender, hardy, yearning self, emerging.

A suggested practice:

The Language of Soul, speaks to us in unusual ways.  Non-linear, without goal or ego.  I invite you to explore your experience of Spring, looking through the sensory/imaginal Langauge of Your Soul.
You might begin by noticing what you see, sense, imagine Spring is as a season.  Soften your senses.
Perhaps you'll go outside and breathe, noticing the air, the light, a tiny flower, the tree blossoms "snowing" as the petals fall away.

As I read the poem above, I'm aware of the sense of hope I'm associating with Spring.  And as I ponder hope, I notice this perspective or feeling of hope expanding.  Expanding beyond anything personal to me.  Hope for mankind, hope for the evolution of consciousness.

If all this sounds curious, unusual, weird, or ...  I hear you! 

And I can tell you that my life is ever-richer every day that I engage with my surroundings, with nature, with an experience of presence.

To discover more about how the seasons and the natural rhythms of your body and your life, and even of humanity might enrich your experience of life, you are welcome to join me at a SoulTime class.