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Come Alive Spring

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It doesn’t matter how much the winter kills you,
and how dead you are by the end of it,
how pale, how lifeless, how skeletal,
how deeply and quietly you lie
beneath the frozen surface of the earth—
when spring comes,
there is this perennial, irresistible force in you,
that wakes up,
comes alive,
and sighs with the joy and the delight
of living and blossoming,
of rekindling the vital movement
of air in lungs
and blood in veins
and power in voice.
Come alive,
come alive,
come alive again.
Spring is here,
and it’s time to come out of hiding.
Friends,
it’s time to live again,
so wake up,
breathe,
and join me in the garden.
Let’s tend to one another’s blossoming
and celebrate what we grow
in the light of our love and joy.

The Spring Always Returns

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Looking forward,
I’m going to choose my way
instead of having another
humanoid choose for me.
Or better yet,
why don’t I let the power
of the Universe choose for me?
Oh that’s right,
the power of the universe
is within me.
I’m going to gravitate
toward that which feels good,
that which invigorates, renews,
inspires, uplifts
and gives me the experience
of living in the direction of my destiny.
I’m going to trust my intuition to guide me.
I’m going to allow the blossoming,
as naturally as the spring
always returns after winter.

Full Moon Winter Solstice

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On the longest night
the feminine light
shines full and bright and clear.
The Divine Mother radiates
her love and healing light upon us
and reminds us
that we are never alone.
I am grateful
for the beauty
of this longest night.
As the new day dawns
I remember the light of Spirit,
brighter than the sun,
unchanging, eternal,
ever present.

Solstice Wishes

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And now
this hemisphere of the earth
begins to tilt
ever…so…gently
ever…so….s l o w l y
toward the sun.
Each day a little longer,
and the seeds we’ve planted
just waiting for the right conditions
to germinate and take root.
What seeds have you planted?
As I face the winter
and this time of waiting
my resolve is to be more patient
and more aware of what is here.
Little by little
my energies turn outwardly again,
and I feel this pull
to engage with the world,
with the light of awareness.
There is so much sweetness
in this time of waiting.
The mystery of life
is bubbling right there–
can you feel it?
Happy Solstice my friends.
May the seeds of your intentions
take route in the fertile soil
of your body-mind-spirit selves!

The First Crocus

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A dear yoga student and friend
shared with me the news
of a young man, twenty-three
who after many attempts
at sobriety
put so many chemicals
into his veins last night,
his body could no longer fight,
and his breathing
slowed down so far
that now he breathes no more.

Twenty three
with a whole life ahead
and now gone from the chemicals
and the struggle,
the addiction,
set free from these
and hopefully to find
sweet repose
and eternal peace
yes
but he is also now gone
from the first signs
that spring is finally here,
when winter’s chill
gives way to the first crocus
poking up through the still cold earth
to tell us,
“There is always hope.”

Grateful Now

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Late afternoon,
and the shadows begin to lengthen into the street.
Little wisps of smoke
curl out of the neighbor’s chimney,
mingling with the wind’s frigid kiss.
The golden sun shines bravely
through the winter chill
and promises that one day
it will be warm again.
Inside our furnace runs almost continuously
trying to keep up with our desire for comfort,
for warmth.

I wonder about the homeless.
I hope they have some warm place to go.
I wish for them every comfort that they need–
shelter, clothing, food, community.

For one moment
somehow,
miraculously,
both of my children are quiet,
and I have this little moment to myself
to look around and see all that I have.

Grateful now.