Today is the first day of Spring. This year has been unseasonably warm in the desert, but yesterday Winter gave one last hurrah. It was if she follows the Gregorian calendar. The sky ripped open with hail and rain while her icy breath shocked tender spring plants and sent shivers down my spine.
Her grip wasn’t complete, however. In between the downpours of hail, the sun shone warmly. A losing battle against the forces that spin our planet, our universe. I felt in synch with all this drama– the wild extremes are a bit like grief.
Today was still cool, yet sunny and comparatively calm. I think most of our seedlings survived the onslaught of the elements and will carry on. What appears now in the garden to be tiny and hesitant, pale and subtle, will be in only a few months vibrant and unruly, overgrown and fruitful.
Our planet is now halfway between light and dark. All in perfect balance for new beginnings, new life. I find myself propelled to grow, to expand, but this requires some self-examination. Where do I want to go? Who do I want to be?
I wish all of you a happy Spring, and fertile ground for whatever you wish to bring forth into the future.