How quietly the earth breathes forth new life.
I am listening.
I am listening to the seeds breaking open,
to roots growing strong beneath the ground,
to green shoots rising up from winter wombs.
I am listening.
I am listening to the forest filling up with song.
I am listening to the trees filling up with leaves.
I am listening.
I am listening to the sky with its many changing moods,
to flashes of lightning, peals of thunder,
to opening buds and greening grass.
I am listening to the breaking forth of light
in the vestibule of dawn.
I am listening to the freshness of the morning.
I am listening.
This is a beautiful description of Spring, which here in the Piedmont is splashing across winter's tattered brown canvas in welcome hues of vibrant yellow and delicate pink. Finally, after a long gray winter, there is color appearing here and there, rising from the darkness of waiting as this week’s Spring Equinox ushers in the season of growing light and warmth.
It is also a beautiful description of the healing nature of grief. The growth and renewal that is possible even in the seemingly endless darkness of utter devastation. The insight, compassion, connection, love, clarity and personal power that emerges from that barren ground, that darkest of soils. For more than 20 years I have listened to grief, and I hear what Macrina Wiederkehr hears as she listens to Spring:
seeds breaking open
roots growing strong beneath the ground
green shoots rising up from winter wombs
opening buds and greening grass
Yes, there is breaking — unbearable, overwhelming, meaningless, paralyzing breaking. And there is breaking open, like a seed, something new emerging and growing as the husk is split and shed.
When we are breaking, we need safety, shelter, rest, understanding, time to comprehend the enormity of loss, time to adjust to an unwanted new reality and to begin healing. When we are breaking open, we need to pay attention to what is emerging, carefully tending our new tendrils, patient with the slow uneven pace of growth, trusting the life force stored in the seed, trusting the roots to their underground work.
As Spring arrives, you may be experiencing both of these aspects of grief, confused by the tug of war between pain and possibility, between wanting to retreat and wanting to emerge. As the pandemic itself enters a more hopeful season of greater social possibility, you may be weary of isolation yet reluctant to reengage with a bigger, faster world. You may be eager for something new yet afraid to leave what feels safe and familiar, fearful of the unknown.
Most likely, you are realizing that you are changed. And feeling somewhat unsteady in this new self. After a year of bearing your personal loss within the losses of a global pandemic, you are not who you used to be. You may be confused about who you are now and struggling to imagine who you will be when this is “over." You may see nothing but bare dirt or a tangle of weeds in your garden patch. You may see green shoots emerging but have no idea of how to care for them, unable to picture what they will grow to be.
In such times, listen. Listen to Spring, trusting in what it has to tell you, the ancient story of renewal. In those liminal moments when you sense yourself emerging from the darkness but cannot yet see clearly, trust this season of growing light. Trust the innate power of the seed; trust your own slow unfurling. Trust what I trust for you: that the heart that breaks can also break open.
Find the seed
at the bottom of your heart
and bring forth
a flower.
~Shigenori Kameoka~
Listening to Spring (excerpts) by Macrina Wiederkehr
https://healthyspirituality.org/finally-march-im-listening-spring/
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