Oh reluctant travellers
Tho’ you shy many times from the path,
It is only through the fiery gateway of your own suffering
That you can reach the garden of peace.
We’ve just experienced the equinox this week and along with it the usual equinoctial gales. It now finally begins to feel that Spring is here; for some time now we’ve lived with t he dry bones clatter of the death Goddess as she moves through bare branches on a chill wind, shriveling the life out of any new and tender growth.
So it was with joy and anticipation I listened and finally heard the first call of the shining cuckoo a few days ago; the most reliable of harbingers. I trust then that Mother Nature is awakening from her winter’s rest once again. My eyes don’t deceive me either for that Great Lady is now covering her bones with garments of every green imaginable; gauzy limes layered over soft velvety olives and an underskirt of dark glossy greens.
Everywhere there is urgency as birds court flirtatiously and build nests of all manner of wondrous finds. Twigs, feathers, fur and lichen are woven with skill and grace. The call to spend time outside overcomes my concern for wet ground underfoot; a couple of sunny days and all will be dried out once again.
Now as the wisteria racemes begin to unfurl their blossoms revealing a delicious scent I am beguiled and know that I must bow my head in honour of this glorious turning of the wheel.
This morning I looked out the window and a tiny dewdrop winked and blinked at me, its scintillating corona shifting and changing from moment to moment. I breathed in its diamond bright message, thanked it and began my morning regime.
Later as I lay practicing the yin portion of my exercise sunlight streamed in onto my face; I immediately felt embraced by an intense heat and as I relaxed into it my awareness expanded to embrace the sound of the wind in the trees and a sensation of powerful energy suffused my whole body. I felt deeply held and continued to relax into the experience, my whole world becoming light and heat and sound. I lay bathing in these sensations for some time, noticing how odd thoughts would pop up – and I saw with great clarity the struggle of my ego to resist the total letting go into the experience. Such beauty and peace and there I was thinking “what if it doesn’t last” and “how will I ‘make’ myself surrender fully?” As these things do, it did end and I lay feeling very blessed, smiled to myself at the silliness of my ego and its delusions, gave thanks and went on with my day.
Dr Sharon Blackie: writer, psychologist, mythologist
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