Watching Spring unfold. (c) A. Furchert, Easter Wednesday 2021
Dear fellow traveler,
This morning I found myself walking the garden in the morning sun. A big rain had just poured down on us last evening watering the unfolding green with its blessings. I raked last years leafs from the flower beds here and there, tenderly, curiously, like a child wondering what one can find beneath. Sure enough, little tiny greens with tender buds were stretching their heads into the morning sun.
May be one needs to live in colder climates to appreciate the change of season fully: The contrast between bare branches braving the deadly cold now bursting into not one or two but ten thousand buds in only a day or two.
Still, the unfolding of Spring takes its time. Much of it actually happens beneath the surface and away from our gaze. The juices bubbling in the trees creating buds just at the right time. The tender greens under last year’s fallen leaves waiting for the day to enfold their beauty and grow into the sun.
We often forget that like Spring, Easter is not a day but a season. According to the liturgy of the year it stretches from Easter Sunday all the way to Pentecost.
Thus as Spring invites us, sometimes tenderly, sometimes mightily, to take part of nature’s unfolding, Easter invites us into the unfolding of renewed life. Graciously, tenderly, patiently.
So here is our #midweekblessing for you this first week of the Easter Spring:
May new life
unfold in you
like the buds in Spring
graciously
patiently
tenderly
beautifully
almost like a dance
of color and life
bidding farewell to the dark
womb
which nourished it
and set it free
at the right time.
Peace and Blessings, Almut with Chuck and little one