Suddenly from branch...

Most folks, though not all, respond to the spring season with an uptick of energy.  The buds and leaves bursting forth from the bare branches are fascinating to me.   In spring, nature provides a reassurance that even though branches appear to be dead, they have life hidden just inside.   It's such a surprise every year that it's something like nature playing a hat trick!

Perhaps my being drawn to the contrast between winter and spring is a bulwark against anxiety about death.  At some point in time death is final for all living things.  I find myself thinking about how we humans are slowly destroying the subtlety and complexity of nature. I try to have hope that we're capable of a huge turnaround, that we all can find a way to lead more sustainable lives.











But right now,  seeing this fullness emerging in the plants around me is enthralling with it's promise of new life.   I find I want to rush to try to join the green shoots somehow, and express this ebullience in art, even though another part of me observes that time is passing.

Fiddleheads & The Feminine Divine

This week these fiddlehead ferns caught my eye.  The promise of all that's held in that spiral of unfurling green leaf is exhilarating.

Then I saw my friend's necklace at church the next day. 

Recognize the shape? She told me she knew of it as the symbol for "Pachamama," a symbol of the feminine divine or earth mother.  I like the name!  It is a strong symbol of life force like the fiddle head promises in its furl.

Ordinary day - extraordinary life!

When we walk our dog Nick in the morning I'm often staggered by the beauty of nature springing out ... in spring!   Just an ordinary day, with extraordinary life.