Ready for Spring

My Mantra for the past three months has been: "I'm waiting for spring."  And it is here and I am grateful, grateful, grateful.

Yesterday I did a meditation for the spirituality network board on spring.  I found some of it online and used it to offer up different images of this season.

1. Spring  - something we do with our bodies.  We spring - or leap - over creekbeds or puddles.  We leap.  Sometimes we need to take a leap into new activities and, of course, there is the "leap of faith."

2. Spring is a coil - which is wound tightly and can get stretched and goes back into shape.  It is a picture of resilience as the stress of life might test us but then we go back to becoming ourselves.

3. Spring is water - like water that comes out of a rock.  It is clear and cool and refreshes us.

4. Spring is a new season of life.  We often do "spring cleaning" so that we can let the light in and see more clearly.

I presented these images and asked each person which one spoke to them today.  I found the one that really resonated with me was the "Leap".  I want to leap into life again and try some new things.  In this picture there is a sense of freedom and abandon that I find attractive. 

So, the daffodils here are not blooming yet as they were in Washington DC - but they are coming and so is spring.  A time to find resilience, refreshment and new life. 

Here is a wonderful poem by Rumi I shared last night.  It is really powerful when read outloud.






Spring Giddiness
Rumi
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.