Spring Forward

Today is the first day of spring. The equinox between day and night, spring and autumn, male and female energy. The time for rebirth and renewal.  Just like a Monday morning or a new page it always helps to refresh and reboot when you have support from your calendar or your journal but is especially helpful to catch the momentum from the natural universe.  I have been noticing the light changing, the birds singing a different tune, and yes even my dogs are friskier.  It is these natural systems surrounding us that have been informing us since the beginning of time.  Being aware of the subtle changes in our natural world were often the difference between life and death.  These changes of the seasons shaped our rituals our spiritual practices and made meaning for us in relationship to our world. Mother nature has been the muse of great art, dance and music.  We have lost that connection and look to technology and the media to tell us how and what to think and feel.  The noise is drowning out our connection to our environment.  Hook back in, feel the rotation of the earth in the heavens, feel the seasons and use that connection to bring you joy and happiness.

 

Happy First Day of Spring

 

 

Turn! Turn! Turn!

The Byrds

 

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late

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