And Now the Rising

Have you noticed it?  The way the birds have started to sing with more fervor, the sunlight lasting just a bit longer, the return of green buds.  There’s a shift in the pulse of nature, a quickening of sorts as spring returns at long last.  Soon, as the South has its way with us, there will be the “pollening” and then the glorious return of blooms and leaves and hummingbirds. 

Many of us have gone deep inwards over the fall and winter, digging and unearthing grief and trauma and pain.  There are seasons for this deep work and it is so very necessary to excavate what needs to be excavated, release what needs to be released, to mourn what needs to be mourned.  And then, at long last, that season ends as all seasons do. 

When we hold on to the seasons of shadows and darkness for too long, we miss out on the rising.  That equally important energy in our world that lets us dream, plan, and act.  Have you been plumbing the depths of your psyche for too long?  Or resting in darkness and incubation just past the point where it feels necessary? 

Wake up, dear one!  Put down your phone and join the chorus of birds singing outside.  Feel the rising energy all around you.  Now is the time for new intentions, new dreams, new waves of laughter as we return from winter rested and wiser.  Put down the mantle of grief and trauma and step into the power and wisdom of nature, who tells us all things have a season.

Join Aloft as we welcome the rising for our Spring Equinox gathering on Sunday, March 22nd at 2 pm.  We’ll dream and celebrate and plant new seeds together and I hope you’ll join us!

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And for now, Spring as it can only be described by the inimitable Mary Oliver:

Blossom by Mary Oliver

In April 

the ponds open like black blossoms, 

the moon swims in every one; 

there’s fire everywhere: 

frogs shouting their desire, 

their satisfaction. 

What we know: 

that time chops at us all like an iron hoe, 

that death is a state of paralysis. 

What we long for: 

joy before death, 

nights in the swale - 

everything else can wait 

but not this thrust 

from the root of the body. 

What we know: 

we are more than blood - 

we are more than our hunger 

and yet we belong to the moon 

and when the ponds open, 

when the burning begins 

the most thoughtful among us 

dreams of hurrying down 

into the black petals into the fire, 

into the night 

where time lies shattered into the body of another.

Peace to you on your journey,

Cassie