As earth approaches that perfect vernal balance between light and dark, I have felt myself draw closer, ever so closer, toward balance ~ balance of heart, mind, spirit and physiology. My own painful and wintery dormancy has begun melting under the warm glow of my recovery, my Self's renaissance, and my release of internal dissonance. Somehow, the vibrant transformation of mother earth's spring has soaked into my being. Eostre, the Saxon goddess of dawn celebrates her feast day on Vernal Equinox. With the dawn of each day emerges renewed possibilities ~ dawn resides within the diurnal cycle. The word eostre has the same Greek origin as the word estrus: a word that means frenzy. Surely you see the obvious similarity between the two words?
I welcome the spring of 2010 harbouring a soul engorged with freshness, vigour, and magic. My life will unfurl in a most mysterious and magnificent manner this spring. A ravaging personal winter ~ replete with detachment, grieving, and frightening insanity ~ served as a necessary pedagogy. I suppose the rapture of spring lies within the existence of winter?
Pray, tell me readers ~ what does spring mean to you?
Here's my answer. Vibrance. Soft colours. Delicate petals, sprinkled with prismic raindrops. An explosion of plump, pink cherry blossoms that swell so much they look like pink popcorn growing on trees. Unfurling magnolias ... magnolias that look like splendid, sublime roses, in the lense of my camera. Rain ~ delicate and soft, a gentle constant rain. Verdant ... green and lush vigour, bathing in the serenade of birdsong.