Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. Gerard Manley Hopkins
I love this month because growing up in Ireland you could expect to see the first spring flowers appearing. They were always a sign of hope and that the hard winter was behind us. Snow drops and crocuses were always the first, then daffodils and primroses.
I miss that here in California where the sun can shine as strongly on any day of the year. I loose track and sometimes have to ask myself what time of the year it is. I dont have other markers such as children going back to school in the fall or set vacations in summer. Actually little about my life, as a freelance artist and writer, is set to a routine or rhythm besides night and day.
Imbolc as its called in Ireland, also known as the Feast of Brigid, on February 1 celebrates the arrival of longer, warmer days. The name means "in the belly" in the Old Irish Neolithic language, referring to the pregnancy of ewes. Lambs will soon be frolicking in the fields. New life is coming forth at every turn at this time of year. Its good to remember and allow that same energy to create newness in our minds and lives. We can do that by changing a pattern; by does something different to the usual, trying something new. Think of something you have always longed to do and just do it.
It doesn't have to be anything big; even stopping in to a neighbor and chatting a while when normally you would be too busy, would do. It was part of the Irish tradition on this day for young unmarried ladies to parade through the villages with dolls made in the likeness of St. Brigid. You never know how a small change can ripple out and renew hope and joy in your life or the life of another. Happy Springtime.
In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time, Birds Sing a ding, a ding a ding,
Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.
In and through all things Love is the message that Spirit would have us know; that we are loved, that we are love and that love is always the answer. Let the words you read here be a message for you today from the Universe that created you, perfect as you are.
Many thanks for these inspiring and uplifting words Joan.Spring is one of my favourite times also with mother nature's splendour and rebirth.I guess the grass being greener on the other side of the hill doesn't always ring true.Except maybe Eagle hill being the exception, with its lush bracken and rugged terrain, standing the test of time majestically on the horizon with its outspread wings, sheltering our birthplace and community as the creator protects and hold us all in the palm of his hands.In a similar way you have the towering wonderful Verdugos just across the sky as the crow flies.
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