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Prelude to Spring

“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” – William Shakespeare

“The earth was all before me. With a heart
Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty,
I look about; and should the chosen guide
Be nothing better than a wandering cloud,
I cannot miss my way.”― William Wordsworth, The Prelude

Those moments before spring, tipping point to awakening, the prelude;
The anticipation of the kiss, the unfolding, the sweetness within reach;
Our winters to springs;
Within and around;
Alone and connected to all at the same time;
Joy in the prelude, the postlude, the new beginning;
Celebration and exultation in each day.

“Here must thou be, O man,
Strength to thyself — no helper hast thou here —
Here keepest thou thy individual state:
No other can divide with thee this work,
No secondary hand can intervene
To fashion this ability. ‘Tis thine,
The prime and vital principle is thine
In the recesses of thy nature, far
From any reach of outward fellowship,
Else ’tis not thine at all.” ― William Wordsworth, The Prelude

“Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.”— William Wordsworth

In Between Time

“Light precedes every transition. Whether at the end of a tunnel, through a crack in the door or the flash of an idea, it is always there, heralding a new beginning.” – Theresa Tsalaky

A Blessing for the In-Between

“Blessed are we, somewhere unnameable, fully present to our reality. Tracking it, with all its subtle gradations and colors and contrasts, the sweetness and the struggle, the stuck and not-quite-fitting. Authentic to it, mapping the full strangeness of the new emergent landscape. Blessed are we, dear ones, not calling it too soon. Not settling for the neat and buttoned-up, the too-tied-up, the not-quite-true. Bless all of it, the way we might widen our gaze to encompass it and embrace it. And bless you, moving into the unknown, waiting, daring to hope.”— Good Enough: 40ish Devotionals for a Life of Imperfection by Kate Bowler, Jessica Richie

Lent is in between time.
Two plus years of a pandemic is in between time.
I just quit a job I’ve had for 17 years and will be starting a new job on April 20 – in between again.
The threshold. One foot behind and one on the other side.

We spend a lot of our life in between, hurdling, crossing. Getting stuck in the past one day and stuck in the future in another. Usually missing this day. It’s beauty and blessings. What was or to come than what is.

Change is often thrust upon us, not of our choice or making. We react, resist, hold tight to what is to not make waves. Change beckons us to move out of our comfort, familiarity, certainty, even if false. When we get to choose change, when we dare to move into the unfamiliar, unstuck, new territory, we move into our power.

May you feel blessed in the in between times, the endings and new beginnings. Hopeful, steady and renewed in the dance of transition. Winter to spring back to winter and then finally spring. Move into the growth, the present, the possibilities.

“It is when we are in transition that we are most completely alive.” – William Bridges

The Gifts of Each Season

“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.”
― Yoko Ono

May you experience the gift of seasons in all seasons.
The new life of spring.
The ease of summer.
The harvest of fall.
The slowness of winter.
Mixing and mingling together.
A symphony and celebration.
From cocoon to butterfly and the journey between.

First Coat

“He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.” – John Burroughs

“The beauty of any first time is that it leads to a thousand others…”― Pico Iyer

Our first snow.
Brightens the ground.
Reflecting and refracting light.
A blanket tucking in the earth for winter dormancy.
Preparing the seeds for spring breaking, bud and bloom.
Seasons remind us that all lasts lead to new firsts.
Circular, cyclical, evolving.
We have been in a very long season of lasts.
Lingering in suspension.
We will have many firsts again.
Transformation, growth, fruition.
Lean into this season of quiet repose and reflection.
Listen with intent and attention.
What is there to learn, to unlearn, to forget?
Inquire, be curious, willing to accept answers other than your own.
Richness and complexity.
Connections and pattern.
Clarity in the quiet, in the questioning and in the answers sure to come.
Firsts. Lasts. And everything in between.

“Die to everything of yesterday so that your mind is always fresh, always young, innocent, full of vigor and passion.” – Jiddu Krishnamurti

Autumn’s Adieu

“Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.” – Elizabeth Bowen

As the leaves rain down and limbs go bare, the morning freeze lingers;
Autumn color remained longer, a blessing not to be forgotten, yet we will forget;
Winter with its crisp air and crystal flakes to enter soon;
Commanding rest and repose;
Do not forgo the seasons both without and within;
Each one and the transition to the next carries its own gifts,
To autumn, to winter, to spring, to summer and all the inbetweens.

To Autumn by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

First Frost

“So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” – T. S. Eliot

“When everything is moving and shifting, the only way to counteract chaos is stillness. When things feel extraordinary, strive for ordinary. When the surface is wavy, dive deeper for quieter waters.” – Kristin Armstrong

First frost, winter’s prelude;
The season that invites stillness, rest, dormancy and preparation;
Frost, melt, frost, melt, frost, frozen;
Stillness sticks, anchors and holds;
Ebb and flow;
Yin and Yang;
Seek the beauty, balance and rhythm in each season;
The divine in each day;
The power within;
In stillness, quiet and slowness, reflect, sparkle and partake.

“You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think.” – John Burroughs

Transformation on Display

“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.” – Victoria Erickson

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus

Fall and spring are seasons that display in full color the beauty, certainty and magic of transformation. Entering and coming out of dormancy and stasis. Whether we see it or not, transformation is happening within. Each season in life has its purpose and meaning. The world transforms one person at time. Witness, observe and enter the flow of change, of becoming, of seasons. Planting, germination, bursting with color.

“Notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”- Friedrich Nietzsche

The Last Waltz

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love—that makes life and nature harmonize.” – George Eliot

“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg

Summer lingers and leads the dance a bit longer. The last waltz coming as summer begins the release to fall. Temperatures swing from 40s in the morning to 80s in the afternoon. Early sunsets shortening the light span of each day. The grass growth slows, preparing for rest, dormancy and rejuvenation.

As summer takes its last waltz and fall appears in one leaf turning to brilliant orange followed by the next and next, enter the gift of transition time. Grateful for what was then releasing it to sweet memory, opening arms to ready for what is to come.

Each season builds and weaves into the next, often for reasons we do not know in the now. Trust the surety and process of seasons, transitions and new beginnings. While often not on our time, never failing and always the right time. Awaken and enter the flow, ease and glide of the last waltz.

“Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them— The summer flowers depart— Sit still— as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart.” – Elizabeth Barrett Browning, The Autumn

Fall Mosaic

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” – Stanley Horowitz

“Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.” – Oscar Wilde

There’s a crispness to fall’s entry. Cool mornings, warm days, cool evenings. Shorter days. Light beginning the journey to solstice. Colors shift to harvest, transition ensues. Remain present in all seasons and cycles, aware and awake to abundance in the present moment.

Keep planting, keep nurturing, keep harvesting, rooted in gratitude.

“What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action.” – Meister Eckhart

Was, Is and Coming

“O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?” – Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation.” – Paul Theroux

Winter solstice was December 21st.
First day of spring is March 20th.

Light is coming out sooner and lingering longer.
In January, each day offers 90-120 seconds more daylight.
In February, 150 seconds each day as the sun moves higher with March approaching.
We are closer to spring as winter begins its finishing.
The small changes of each day are becoming noticeable.
Seconds turn to minutes, to hours, to days, to a lifetime.

In between “was” and “coming” is “is”
In the process of was and coming is living, progress unfolding in moments.
Do not lose “is” by remaining in “was” or moving too quickly into “coming.”

Each season offers its gifts.
Open them.
Bask in the warmth of the light.
Grow in the patience of the dark.

“Is” is “it.”
Remain there, embracing the depth, grace and gratitude found in being fully present.
In light within and light surrounding each day.

“The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.” – Harriet Ann Jacobs

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