I appear to be in a Spring of my own, and today the messages I've been receiving during these beautiful teachings at Wild Sanctuary retreat have been potent and sometimes just out of my grasp.
Which is exactly the point. That which we see in our heart and mind is already true - we don't have to make it true. It manifests on its own when we walk in beauty and get out of the way. When we pay attention to what we experience we don't have to control it, just be with the unfolding. There are more places and timelines in the universe for our truth to exist than the one right in front of us. And yet we can see heaven’s reality here, too.
This poem appeared in front of me today and reminded me of this truth.
"Trilliums"
Every spring
among
the ambiguities
of childhood
the hillsides grew white
with the wild trilliums.
I believed in the world.
Oh, I wanted
to be easy
in the peopled kingdoms,
to take my place there,
but there was none
that I could find
shaped like me.
So I entered
through the tender buds,
I crossed the cold creek,
my backbone
and my thin white shoulders
unfolding and stretching.
From the time of snow-melt,
when the creek roared
and the mud slid
and the seeds cracked,
I listened to the earth-talk,
the root-wrangle,
the arguments of energy,
the dreams lying
just under the surface,
then rising,
becoming
at the last moment
flaring and luminous --
the patient parable
of every spring and hillside
year after difficult year.
— Mary Oliver, Dream Work 1986
Instead of an image of trillium, I'm sharing again this image of The Star tarot I created. It coincides with today's inspiration and with the words of someone from this morning who didn't know me, but who called the above understanding up from within by seeing something about me from across the room, naming it and sending me on a grateful self-reflection quest for the last hour.
I suppose I am walking between worlds right now, in a threshold and feeling some of that sacred tension. I choose to allow that tension to resolve and to let go of what I cannot control. Spring beckons.
Image by Frances
A figure that is half bird and half human reaches for a star. Colors: grays, yellows and pinks. The title of “The Star” is printed across the top. The number 17 is printed at the bottom.