Today, look at the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet, inhale the scent of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, reach out Ａnd embrace those you love. Ask Spirit to awaken your awareness to the sacredness of your sensory perceptions.
What a miracle it is. No matter how long the winter, how hard the frost Ｏr how deep the snow, Nature triumphs. No season is awaited so eagerly Ｏr welcomed so warmly as spring…Each year I am astonished by the wealth of flowers the season gives us: the subtlety of the wild primroses Ａnd violets, the rich palette of crocus in the parks, tall soldier tulips Ａnd proud trumpeting daffodils Ａnd narcissi.
Picture this: The air Ａnd the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, Ａnd the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, Ａnd the grass under foot had a reflection of blue sky in it.
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.