Monday, April 16, 2012

Spring's spring

There is something spiritual about the spring season.

It’s a celebrating renewal and rebirth for many religious communities and disciplines, and it's a regenerating time for all of nature.

I mowed my meadow for the first time this spring. Some of the old leaves from last fall are still embedded in the tan and matted grasses tinged with new green. The leaves are now a deep brown and black in color.

They are withered and drained of their nutrients in order to nurture renewed growth and new life from the seeding winter winds. The Lichen on the rocks and trees seemed a bit greener in its grayish demeanor. I know that Lichen florets grow more slowly than Pluto orbits the sun, but this day, only to my observation, there seemed a burst of colored growth in their crocheted stillness.

All over the three acre meadow there were fallen limbs and branches pruned by the cutting winter winds and the gusting breezes of spring. I stopped to push and drag them aside. At a pond I looked for signs of small fish, turtles, tadpoles, and water bugs, but I could only see an occasional gas bubble from the decaying leaves underneath the surface.

Besides the trickling stream that fills the pond most of the year, there is a side spring that drains its underground flow into the pond and there in the middle of the crystal spring was the bright green of growth; a patch of Watercress about the size of a barrel top.

It got an early start from the warmer spring waters surging from deep underground. In many ways we are like the watercress plant. We are warmed by deep spiritual waters from an inner Source and we grow despite the outward climate or birth conditions and our only nutrient is the unconditionality of love.

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