Happy Spring!

HAPPY SPRING AND BLESSED OSTARA!

Today marks a beautiful time of the year as the Light and Dark are equal, but going forward, the Light will surpass the Dark.  Soon, flowers will bloom and birds will sing.  I always feel so energized and excited this time of the year.  My creativity  is renewed, and ideas, which have been dormant, blossom into fruition.  For this cycle, this beautiful bringing of the light, is part of the magical wheel which always comes back around, not a moment too soon (especially for those of us here in the Midwest :-)

Enjoy this time, as your days grow longer, 

and the sweet magic of Spring visits us once again.

The Music We Are

by RUMI

Did you hear that winter is over? The basil

and the carnations cannot control their

laughter. The nightingale, back from his

wandering, has been made singing master

over the birds. The trees reach out their

congratulations. The soul goes dancing

through the king's doorway. Anemones blush

because they have seen the rose naked.

Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the

courtroom, and several December thieves steal

away. Last year's miracles will soon be

forgotten. New creatures whirl in from non-

existence, galaxies scattered around their

feet. Have you met them? Do you hear the

bud of Jesus crooning in the cradle? A single

narcissus flower has been appointed Inspector 

of Kingdoms. A feast is set. Listen: the

wind is pouring wine! Love used to hide

inside images: no more! The orchard hangs

out its lanterns. The dead come stumbling by

in shrouds. Nothing can stay bound or be

imprisoned. You say, "End this poem here,

and wait for what's next." I will. Poems

are rough notations for the music we are.