Aaaah!

As spring should feel, precisely; the knowledge of my body, of my genes, my deep memory, the experience of my spirit, they all know this today. This is as it is, and as it should be. There is a green hue in the sunlit air, which is not too warm and not at all humid. The pedals have blown off the first flowers, dogwoods, magnolias, and other exotics, revealing the leaves and fruit coming in underneath. We see the bees have already been busy. The freshness as if today were the first day. Had it looked like this, we can see why life persisted. It is inspiration manifest, the spirited growth of living things. Do our seasons here in New England make us more sensistive the the necessity of cycles and change? Our willingness to bear long trials, but also our delight to revel in the regeneration of spirit, of life, of the Wild all around us. Thaw has come, water flows, life persists, and I am glad of it.