This Blessing of Spring.
The days are growing longer, my loves – as spring finds its place amongst these vestiges of green.
Beyond, the ice has worn thin at the river’s edge – the sound of water revealing only that which the heart may speak.
Our bodies, suddenly unconstrained by these markings of time. In this space, awareness grows – we are not simply one, we are composite of all.
Even the tiniest of sapling blooms to honor these new beginnings.
“Spring has returned,” Rilke once shared. “The Earth is like a child that knows…” Knowing, yes…just as the dews knows the comfort of morn’.
How lucky are to be gifted her presence; majestic, noble, kind and true. A blessing beyond this fullness of word.
And, in her presence – our faith, renewed.
In peace, my loves…