REBIRTH

Springtime is probably my favorite season, yet I require to experience all seasons in my life. I was born this month of April, perhaps that is why I resonate with the energies of spring so profoundly. The first 21 years of my life were spent on a ranch in the mountains of Colorado. Most of my adult life , as well. Winters were long and harsh, yet magical to a child. Then there were the first stirrings of spring!!! OMG!  The first sign was a cement like crust on the several feet of snow that allowed us to run forever across the fields and sledding down the hills was kicked up to hyper speed!!! (At least to us kids it was) Then, the snow would start to drop, exposing the fence posts, then the top wire.

So exciting that my father would take a broom handle or shovel handle and shove it down into the snow to measure how many feet were left to melt. When you live in a world of white, every bit of melting snow is a sign of possibilities of green and a reason to be immensely excited! My personal ritual has always been to stand on the first patch of bare ground and just savor the feel of it beneath my feet. The spongey softness and smell of earth is much to be celebrated! Eventually, a drainage of water would break open in the fields exposing the water of melting snow and creating steady streams as the acres of white disintegrated. I loved watching the snowmelt trickling out beneath the banks of snow, exposing the first little tips of green grass. Next was my favorite!! The return of red wing blackbirds, yellow- headed blackbirds, robins, geese, and finally mountain bluebirds. Last to arrive was the beautiful song of the meadowlarks. While all of that was happening the rather sizable animal population had begun giving birth. How I loved coming home from school each day to see what new, colorfully patterned lambs had arrived! The milk cow would give birth and even a little filly one year. We LOVED all of our babies and cared for them relentlessly!
    Finally, the fields would turn green with little yellow buttercups and a little phlox-like flower with tiny lavender stripes would appear in the fields- soon followed by an array of wild flowers. Leaves would pop out on the shrubs and trees. The chorus of frogs in the standing water was always an invitation to find the jelly-like blobs of frog eggs caught in the grasses along the banks. Another adventure of the life cycle of the frog that I will save for another day, I savored ever arrival and was oddly empowered and renewed as I celebrated each rebirth and birth! There is an awakening and vibrancy of spring that is undeniable! I am so blessed to have had such a powerful awareness and entwinement with this season throughout my life!  I am infinitely grateful.
    As I have advanced in my years in this life, I have never lost that joy and receiving of this magic. I find that my entire philosophy of life is based on birth, rebirth, and regeneration. I simply know that death is only a part of the cycle to rebirth. A celebration of new beginnings and possibilities. What if we could always perceive our life and changes in our lives as an opportunity for new possibilities, choice, and creation for our body and our life? How much more fun and excitement could our reality on this planet be?
    I invite you to go outside and sit quietly. Listen to the sounds around you, smell the scent of the world unfolding around you, feel the air, the earth beneath your feet, the energy of the air around you. Ask your body to connect with a tree, any tree. Push your barriers down. Say “hi!”, and feel its energy connect to you. Then ask it to show you how to receive and allow that energy to fill your beautiful body and being. Just be with it and enjoy the space and joy it shows you. You can do this with all things- even the things that you have thought as non-living, Everything is made of energy- even your house and its furnishings. How willing are you to let go of the reference points of this reality and test the waters of a communion with all things beyond this reality? It is only a choice.