The sky opens up and the world is winged. . . . Listen! The air is alive with flight. Wake up! (N. McClure)

Today is the spring equinox and I just love this tremendous vitality of expression when we burst into spring. I find the poem you posted carries the energy of this beautiful season.

The seasonality of human life, all life actually, makes for quite a fascinating topic. During the winter, we slow down to retreat deep inside. It gets dark and cold at times, but there is something enormously nurishing about exploring the murkiness of our roots, deep in the familiar unknown. Winter can be beautiful and seductive in its own way, and as essential to the human spirit as the summer scene. There is a lovely term in botany - vernalization - referring to seeds that can only thrive in spring if they have been through the severity of winter. Well, many aspects of our life can become “vernalized”, can't they? :-)

So, with this equinox, it seems to me, the air is alive with flight more than before and I feel warm air current under my wings. They are carrying me some place new. And I'm enjoying the silence of the flight. My wings have been ready for so long... it was only me who wasn't trusting.

We welcome the world. A bounty of light is received . . . The outside becomes inside. (N. McClure)

Namaste

M.