The first official day of Spring will mark our calendars on Friday. Spring’s arrival is unpredictable but greatly anticipated, like a traveler from a faroff land who travels long, and arrives with a knapsack full of flowers and poetry.
Tonight I went outside, hoping to see the solar storm and Northern Lights. Instead, under heavy cloudy skies, I smelled the rain that is coming, and I also smelled the Earth waking up and releasing the fragrance of green and brown and purple and pink…waking up and pushing toward the morning sun.
Because we are part of the tribe of artists and makers, we remember when we smell the waking Earth, and we begin to collect the colors that remind us of Spring and Summer, of love and abundance, of golden hours and cricket song.
In that first breath of Spring’s awakening, we remember all that can be created in the season of rebirth, and we remember the Child Within whose creativity is as natural as taking a breath and speaking our truth out loud.
May Spring’s awakening find you, and reveal the depths of your Creative Heart.
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