Hello, Speedwell! Happy Spring to you, too!
Speedwell, tiny bright eye of spring. Blue of sky, shot through with strands of deep blue threads of Mary’s robe.
Yesterday I saw a patch of dead nettle, such a bright purple against the dry golden grasses and the mud of the field.
And the shaggy forsythia is pushing out yellow blossoms.
May spring come to your spirit,
first the moment of exquisite balance,
when your night and your day have equal play within you.
Then the riot of song in the mornings,
calling you out and outward,
warmth returning to your bones
and sunlight on your hair,
rain that soaks the ground around you,
nourishing your roots.
Look around:
What is ready to hatch?
What is coming to birth in your spirit?
How will the season nurture this new thing
within you?
Gratitude List:
1. Balance
2. Rebirth
3. Transformation
4. Intention
5. Joy
May we walk in Beauty!
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