I am becoming accustomed to synchronicities, and I find it interesting that we both published within the same hour, featuring trout lilies and a theme of birthing or transition. Often I feel there is a collective message that finds its way through many channels when the time is right.
Anyway, yes...this feels like an uncomfortable and unstable time on many levels, and yet I am feeling an overall optimism and anticipation for what is next.
I've never heard of a trout lily - how remarkable! It also reminds me of all the "underground" work that is going on. We only see the glamorous result, but there are years of necessary preparation beforehand – an important reminder for me, so thank you.
What an insightful piece! Spring as a liminal space, a sort of birthing middle space. Many of us feel that we are in an in between space and we are unsure where we are heading as a nation and as a culture, and also as individuals. Thank you for sharing this with all of us.
Thank you David, and yes exactly, all these musing are more than applicable to the unknown waters we are entering in our country and the world. May we all know exactly when and where to push.
Mary, this was a lovely tribute to spring, your sister-in-law and to Nowruz. In my pagan tradition, we honor the vernal equinox by celebrating Ostara, (a Germanic word related to Eostre, meaning "to shine".) The word is derived from several European cultures that honor fertility goddesses. This holiday honors the time when all beings become fertile. Legends abound of course regarding the hare and eggs!
Thanks Deb. Yes! I should have mentioned Ostera too. The eggs! And Easter is so pagan really as you must know, tied to the moon cycles following the equinox.
What a profound parallel you draw here between the transition in birth and the transition of Spring. I feel it in my body. They are both their own kind of mudslide, coming in fits and bursts. 🌱 🕳️ 🐇
I am becoming accustomed to synchronicities, and I find it interesting that we both published within the same hour, featuring trout lilies and a theme of birthing or transition. Often I feel there is a collective message that finds its way through many channels when the time is right.
Anyway, yes...this feels like an uncomfortable and unstable time on many levels, and yet I am feeling an overall optimism and anticipation for what is next.
Oh wow! Yes indeed, Hail to these collective streams of messages that come through. I look forward to reading yours shortly!
I also wrote about lilies today, the flowers indeed have many messages for us this season 💗
YES! Thank you.
I've never heard of a trout lily - how remarkable! It also reminds me of all the "underground" work that is going on. We only see the glamorous result, but there are years of necessary preparation beforehand – an important reminder for me, so thank you.
I hope you get to see some one day! SO much happening underground, at all levels, to be sure.
Love this, thank you! Resonating on so many levels.
So glad, thank you.
What an insightful piece! Spring as a liminal space, a sort of birthing middle space. Many of us feel that we are in an in between space and we are unsure where we are heading as a nation and as a culture, and also as individuals. Thank you for sharing this with all of us.
Thank you David, and yes exactly, all these musing are more than applicable to the unknown waters we are entering in our country and the world. May we all know exactly when and where to push.
Mary, this was a lovely tribute to spring, your sister-in-law and to Nowruz. In my pagan tradition, we honor the vernal equinox by celebrating Ostara, (a Germanic word related to Eostre, meaning "to shine".) The word is derived from several European cultures that honor fertility goddesses. This holiday honors the time when all beings become fertile. Legends abound of course regarding the hare and eggs!
Thanks Deb. Yes! I should have mentioned Ostera too. The eggs! And Easter is so pagan really as you must know, tied to the moon cycles following the equinox.
What a profound parallel you draw here between the transition in birth and the transition of Spring. I feel it in my body. They are both their own kind of mudslide, coming in fits and bursts. 🌱 🕳️ 🐇
mudslides! I love that- mudslides are always SO out of control. Thanks!
oh the “mucky-middle” part!
what an appropriate name — and where I often find myself when I am writing
you continue to write with such brilliance and depth
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Honored by your praise my friend! Thank you.
Mary, your prose is as exquisite and deeply rooted as the trout lily!
Aw… Thank you Leigh Ann! That’s high praise indeed. 🌱
I don’t think I have ever seen a trout lily and found this fascinating…thanks Mary and happy springtime everyone from the farm😊💚