It took a long while, we are now halfway through the year, but finally the full bloom ecstasy of spring is upon on. What a rush of beauty in the blossoms, sounds of new life from the insects and birds, trees that weathered the storms in their full leafed grandeur. The full display of spring is almost overwhelming after an extended season of dormancy.
I have to remind myself that it is now warm enough to go outside and sit for my morning meditation, to take in the season, to be amongst the glorious life. What pure pleasure!
It affects the rise of possibilities, new blooms in my life in its metaphoric expression. What do I want to bring to full bloom in this season of renewal? What has been gestating in me in the quiet of winter that is ready to burst forth and be born? This inspiration is one of the many gifts of the seasons—an urging to begin again with fresh eyes.
A New York Times editorial called to me today titled Monarchs in My Garden, At Last by Margaret Renkl. She plants a pollinators garden: “My raised beds are full of native perennials that provide nectar for bees, wasps, skippers and butterflies, or serve as their nurseries: yarrow for painted lady butterflies, dill and parsley for black swallowtails, false indigo for southern dogface butterflies, loads and loads of white clover for the honeybees. The wasps and native bumblebees are gloriously busy in all of them. I planted as many varieties of native milkweed as my garden could hold — common milkweed, butterfly weed, swamp milkweed and purple milkweed — because milkweed is the host plant of the monarch butterfly.” She goes on to talk about the danger the pollinators are in due to a chemical filled garden and world.
What a beautiful way to play our part in preserving this precious earth of ours, in our little corner of the universe. To ensure that life will continue to be fruitful and lush, both as external experience and internal inspiration.
And to further the metaphor, where might you plant perennials in your own life, that cycle back through after the dormant period, to support the process of spreading seed for regeneration? To bring beauty and bear fruit of the very things that matter to you most? To step more fully into your life in full expression of the beauty of who you are—uniquely, preciously, in full bloom of who you are.
And spring arose on the garden fair, like the spirit of love felt everywhere,
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
What a difference a month can make. Seize it. Live it. Drink it in. Allow the beauty of the outer world to permeate your very cells and nourish you to full expression.
All the Best,
Diane Ingram. PCC