Resurgere

Posted on Instagram on March 17, 2018

It isn't spring still - but despite the cold rainy weather you can see the first signs of life starting to explode again - the tiniest leaves on the roses, a brave primrose perking below the pine tree.
And something like a vibration. In the weak sun. In the flight of birds.
As if everything was on the brink of jumping and soaring, ending the silent white sleep of winter.
Excitement. Promise.
It's similar to how I feel. No more asleep, like a princess in a fairy tale, prisoner of a spell.
I don't feel ready to awaken fully and bloom and soar, still - I don't know where to gather the courage to leap and jump wildly - but what do I know, maybe the seed sprouting in the womb of the earth feels the same, pushed and pulled by this current of life, its tender self so small. Still it says yes.
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Today I sang about this, in silver and quartz.
This Lodolite that I have been hoarding for a while, with its red landscape and the sparkle of yellow, it makes me think of trees sap and of blood and of flames - of a phoenix emerging out of the fire. Sovereign.
Then leaves, tendrils, for nature knows of death and rebirth. For weeds know of resilience.
And a snake, sinuos and wise, the teacher of shedding and transforming and coming full circle - and of being yourself, but new.
The singer of this sensual energy that finds its way through our body, through the body of the Earth, fueling life, beauty.
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It's a hymn to everything that keeps going, keeps going down and rising again, a song for the little seed that gathers courage to sprout and fulfill its promise.
A prayer for us, that we may remember that we too belong to all of life and its holy run of seasons - that we may have been scorched and paralysed by merciless winters, our skin shredded by icy winds, and still we can say yes, yes, yes, arms up toward the sky, fingers magically sprouting the leaves of our soul - one step closer to fulfilling the promise we made to life.
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All love, all ways 💙