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Signs of Life

“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.”― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Frozen leaves thaw, dry and curl.
The earth softens, inviting bud to bloom.
First signs of a slow spring unfolding, albeit slow.
Life seeking life.
Hues of purple and pops of orange emerge to greet the sun, signaling the surety of spring.
Through all of the winters of repose, rebirth follows showing itself in vibrant color amidst brown.
All seasons do their work in us if we allow.
New signs, unheard chords.

“Life seeks life and loves life. The opening of a catkin of a willow, in the flight of the butterfly, in the chirping of a tree-toad or the sweep of an eagle – my life loves to see how others live, exults in their joy, and so far is partner in their great concern.” – Edward Everett Hale

P.S. Six years ago this day, my Dad passed away. More winters than springs. And yet, springs are even more sweet. Tell people you love them today. Life is brief. God is good and a mystery writer. Forgive often. Love well. Life is in the ordinary awaiting your attention.

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

Headlong

“Time is a kind of river, an irresistible flood sweeping up men and events and carrying them headlong, one after the other, to the great sea of being.” – Marcus Aurelius

“The rivers flow not past, but through us.” – John Muir

Winter’s grip loosened by spirts of spring warmth, soft drizzle mixed with snow, full April showers.
Winter holds a bit longer, spring patiently waits its turn.
Certainty in her return but the full transition not yet complete.
The ice breaks to water, from drip to raging waterfall, to open water.
Returning to the basin, home, a place of belonging.
The tide roles in to kiss the river’s mighty entry to be joined, unfolded, united.
Allow the seasons their due, their place, their work, their purpose.
Shaping, molding, stretching, expanding, deepening, releasing, embracing.
Through is the only path.

“I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.” – John O’Donohue

Spring Mud

“No mud, no lotus.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

“Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.”― E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

Spring is showing off this weekend with temperatures in the 50s and 60s.
The earth uncovered from months of white.
Mud will show up first, followed by flowers.
The cusp of something new, of transition.
Let it enter, soften and arrive outside and inside even more.
The gift of spring.

“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” – Rainer Maria Rilke

Cheerful Heart

“Beauty is always knocking, we just forget to let it in.” – Sarah Blondin

“A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up bones.” – Proverbs 17:22

The weather forecast this week is temperatures into the 40s and 50s.
Soon the snowpack will become puddles.
The dormant grass exposed.
The light will linger longer.
The sun stronger.
The earth warms, beginning the thaw.
Spring is on the cusp of leading the dance of shifting seasons.
Winter certainly is not done but closer to the finish than the start.

Blessed are those with a cheerful heart in all seasons.
Who find the gift of winter solace and of spring renewal.
May you see and immerse in beauty in all seasons.
In transitions when one foot is in winter and one in spring.
Dry bones come to life.
A cheerful heart good medicine to heal, restore and transform.

“Beauty is the illumination of your soul.” – John O’Donohue

Holy in the Ordinary

“O lord, make this Lenten season different from the other ones. Let me find you again. Amen.” – Henry Nouwen

“Lent is a time of going very deeply into ourselves… What is it that stands between us and God? Between us and our brothers and sisters? Between us and life, the life of the Spirit? Whatever it is, let us relentlessly tear it out, without a moment’s hesitation.” – Catherine Doherty

No rules.
No judgment.
No lecture.
No guilt.
No condemnation.
Allow inquiry.
A call, a whisper, an invitation to all.
Open to possibility.
Enter reflection, to slowing, to sacred.
Unknowing and mystery.
Witness and validate.
40 days.
Find the holy in the ordinary.
Without a moment’s hesitation.

The Holy in the Ordinary by Ann Weems

“Holy is the time and holy is this place,
And there are holy things that must be said.

Let us say to one another what our souls whisper…
O Holy One, cast your tent among us;
come into our ordinary lives and bless the living!

Forty days stretch before us,
forty days of hungering after faithfulness,
forty days of trying to understand the story,
and then, Holy Week…
O God, if every week were holy…

These forty days stretch before us,
and those of us who believe
yearn to feel Your presence,
yearn to be Your people;
and yet, the days fill with ordinary things
with no time left
for seeking the holy,

Spiritual contemplation is all right
for those who have the time,
but most of us have to make a living.

Most of us have to live in the real world
where profanity splashes and blots out
anything holy.

Where, O Holy One, can we find you in this unholy mess?

How, O God, can we find the holy in the ordinary?”

The Journey to Spring

“Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.” – Bishop Reginald Heber

“Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.” – Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Snow still on the ground.
More to come.
Temperatures on a rollercoaster.
45 and sunny.
10 with windchill.
The seasonal dance as we move closer to Spring, but not quite there.
Birds begin to sing and awaken.
Light lingers longer.
Ice to water back to ice.
Brown grass peeks out of patches where melt has occurred.
Close but not next.
The prelude to the beginning of spring.
Anticipation, preparation and waiting.
Desert time.
The eve of Lent, 40 days.
A container, a well, a room, a place, a space.
Reckoning. Resolve. Reflection. Inflection.
The journey to spring, to resurrection begins with ashes.
Where we come from and where we return.
The in between is the gift we get and give.
Travel well, in companionship, never alone.
The middle ground, the path, the journey to spring is here.
Patiently, take the full trip, into depth, quiet and beauty.
Bloom ahead.

“Have patience with all things, but first of all with yourself.” – St. Francis de Sales

Hint of Spring

“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.” — Marty Rubin

“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.” — Marty Rubin

“That is one good thing about this world…there are always sure to be more springs.” — L.M. Montgomery

A flame.
A spark.
A glimpse.
A taste.
A foretelling.
45 degrees in February.
Cardinals dancing in the sun, perching on branches.
Brilliant red pops.
Hints, signs and wonders abound.
Instilling hope and assurance that spring always comes.
And spring can live in our hearts through all seasons.

“Despite the forecast, live like it’s spring.” — Lilly Pulitzer

Winter Fun!

"Do anything, but let it produce joy." – Walt Whitman

“Do anything, but let it produce joy.” – Walt Whitman

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.” – Henry David Thoreau

Nothing like a hill, a saucer and a sunny winter day to reignite a sense of wonder, adventure and fun.
Simple moments.
Small delights.
The fabric of a life well lived.
Let joy enter to do its work in you and spill over to others.
Put an exclamation point on this day!

“I had too much fun was no one’s last regret ever.” – Jonathan Heatt

May I, May We

morning glory

“We inhabit a universe that is characterized by diversity.” – Desmond Tutu

“My humanity is bound up in yours, for we can only be human together.” – Desmond Tutu

May I never get used to and miss the glory of a sunrise.
May I pause to witness how the light dances on all it touches, including me.
May I begin and end each day aware and in awe more than a minute, steeped in gratitude.
May I always be curious and inquire of others, self and circumstances to enrich the narrative.
May I expand “I” to “We,” inviting and welcoming connection, belonging and generosity into each and every interaction.
May we all seek, find and cast light, peace, grace and joy into the world to be made new daily.

“Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” – Desmond Tutu

Desmond Tutu died on December 26, 2021. A beautiful conversation with Krista Tippett, The Onbeing Project is well worth the listen.

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