Today I walked an old familiar path through woods I have known since young childhood. Only this time I began where I usually end, and I ended where I usually begin. Everything looked different, altered on the flipside. I came upon unmarked trails leading into mystery–had they been here before? I had lapses of disorientation. Where was I? Do I know this grove of cedars? …this seasonal pond? this patch of horsetail? this steep incline? this creek? I turned in a circle. The path lay quietly behind me and before me. I felt, more than thought, I know this forest, this compacted earth beneath my feet, this April sunlight illuminating trillium and salmonberry blossoms. I know the unseen presences surrounding. I am known here. It occurred to me then, that perhaps I was undoing a spell cast through years of footfalls, or maybe I was weaving a new one–a spell of spring, one of transformation and renewal.
Tag: spring
Seven Prayers, #4
May I be fluid
as the creek
pouring down the hill
making music out of every obstacle.
For the Spring Equinox
Spring opens a channel in my heart–
a sudden and soft rush of possibility.
Whether blue skies or gray,
the elements beckon me to join the surging, budding, blooming life,
while the earth reminds me to ground, center,
to bend and sway,
lest I get blown away.