An·Tic·i·Pa·Tion [anˌtisəˈpāSH(ə)n]
-COMPASS-
“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.”
― Rabindranath Tagore
I woke up Monday morning to a sense of anticipation in the air. The Woodpeckers are a peckin', the Osprey are perched back in their nests, the Geese are at the pond, the Peepers are a peepin' in the evenings, and the Robbins are hopping about in the growing grass. Change and birth is visible to the eye and tangible to the hands and feet. If you listen hard enough, you can hear the Earth birthing a symphony of new life. No wonder this transitional time from winter to spring feels like being in the in-between and always asks so much of my physical and emotional bodies.
Last week, I was offered the visual of the crocus sprouting up through the leaves left from last fall, a symbol of embracing joy and grief, birth and death, old and new. I found so much relief in that image. It speaks to me on an emotional and sensory level, helping the whole of me embrace that we can embody both halves of the natural order. I find myself in both the sprouting crocus and the fallen leaves. And I suppose that's what it is to be in a season that shows harmony in duality, harmony in what can be seen as opposites. I'm resting into how the leftover leaves provided insulation for the crocus to incubate and find the courage to travel to the surface and show itself in all its color and fragrance.
What are you noticing? How are you finding joy during the time we are in? I'd love to hear from you! Drop me an email.
Much love to you and your spirit,
Sara
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