This morning, I awoke not to the sounds of the ever-present alarm clock, but to the glow of sunshine streaming through my unshuttered windows. The north Texas "breeze" (a sometimes-howling wind) was singing around the corners of the house. Native songbirds were entertaining each other by chatting above the sound of the winds.
Since Ostara, the trees have started revealing their spring attire. Redbuds have clothed themselves in the soft magentas of new growth, tulip trees have donned their fuzzy-green buds, and the diva-like bradford pears have exploded in cottony-white blossoms. The industrious bees have started their seasonal employments and dart between opening blooms in the trees and the riotous daffodils dancing in the Texas winds (please note the "nod" to dear Mr. Wordsworth).
Finally, the Maiden has returned in all her riotous beginnings! The morning sky itself has changed from the icy blue of winter to the warm and inviting blue of Spring. The clouds practically dance with the winds--scudding merrily across the cornflower sky.
So, welcome to the promise and potential and new beginnings of Spring! Welcome back to the warblers and cedar waxwings and sparrows. Welcome buds and blossoms and blooms! Welcome, Maiden!
In the softness of Spring's moonlight...
28 March 2010
10 March 2010
A Texas Thunderstorm
Right now, beyond the coziness of the darkened Lair lit only by my old dragonfly Tiffany-style desk lamp, a storm is raging. The rains are descending in torrents...the skies are flashing...the thunder is growling menacingly...the air is heavy with wetness. And yet, this storm, like others since moving to this state, feels cleansing. Negativity is washing away...hesitation is running down sidewalks and street gutters...new hope is pooling on lawns and around new shoots of crocus and daffodils.
It came on suddenly, rather like a brilliant idea which strikes the thinker when his mind wanders into trifles. The clouds turned gun-metal grey, the early songbirds silenced their morning reverie, and the first drops stained the dry walkways. And then the skies opened and the ground welcomed the battering rains. People caught out in the deluge scurried like so many woodland creatures to cover--cars, overhangs, trees (not bright in a thunderstorm, but functionally effective for a moment).
In the warmth of the Lair, I listen. The ebb and flow of the rains, the rumble of distant thunder as the storm slowly moves off, the silence between the stages of the deluge.
In the promise of the Moonlight...
It came on suddenly, rather like a brilliant idea which strikes the thinker when his mind wanders into trifles. The clouds turned gun-metal grey, the early songbirds silenced their morning reverie, and the first drops stained the dry walkways. And then the skies opened and the ground welcomed the battering rains. People caught out in the deluge scurried like so many woodland creatures to cover--cars, overhangs, trees (not bright in a thunderstorm, but functionally effective for a moment).
In the warmth of the Lair, I listen. The ebb and flow of the rains, the rumble of distant thunder as the storm slowly moves off, the silence between the stages of the deluge.
In the promise of the Moonlight...
03 March 2010
Easing Toward Ostara
I walked outside today to be met with a crystal-clear blue sky and the welcome beams of a Spring-like sun! The biting scent of wild spring onions assaulted my nostrils...cedar waxwings raised their voices in a cacophony of song...and the breezes, for the first time this season, were slightly warm. 'Tis the entrance of Ostara and, though the equinox is still two weeks away, the promise of Spring is all around.
For three or more months, we've cocooned outselves in the warmth and safety of our homes. We've been set on preparations and ruminations. Preparations for the ensuing spring with all its magick and wonderment...all its renewal. Ruminations on the past and the hoped-for future...on where we were and where we've yet to go. And now, with the kiss of renewal in the air, we can begin to unfurl our "new" or "improved" selves--to cast aside the cocoon of introspection and recuperation and embrace the potential.
We're entering a season of balance...of potential balanced by awareness. On the physical--it's sunny, but we still need a jacket or sweater against the dewy morning breezes. On the astral--we're awakening from our meditative slumber, but we need keep focus on that which we meditated in order to ground our forward motion. But, forward motion there now is...physically and emotionally.
Move forward with purpose, but also with a remembrance and appreciation for the past. We've prepared for this moment...it's ours to embrace. So...keeping the wrap to ward of the initial chill...spring out onto that sunny meadow where the birds are calling you to join them...where She is inviting you to celebrate life and living!
In the softness of the moonlight....
For three or more months, we've cocooned outselves in the warmth and safety of our homes. We've been set on preparations and ruminations. Preparations for the ensuing spring with all its magick and wonderment...all its renewal. Ruminations on the past and the hoped-for future...on where we were and where we've yet to go. And now, with the kiss of renewal in the air, we can begin to unfurl our "new" or "improved" selves--to cast aside the cocoon of introspection and recuperation and embrace the potential.
We're entering a season of balance...of potential balanced by awareness. On the physical--it's sunny, but we still need a jacket or sweater against the dewy morning breezes. On the astral--we're awakening from our meditative slumber, but we need keep focus on that which we meditated in order to ground our forward motion. But, forward motion there now is...physically and emotionally.
Move forward with purpose, but also with a remembrance and appreciation for the past. We've prepared for this moment...it's ours to embrace. So...keeping the wrap to ward of the initial chill...spring out onto that sunny meadow where the birds are calling you to join them...where She is inviting you to celebrate life and living!
In the softness of the moonlight....
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