 Springtime in the mountains is a crazy dance, a push and pull, between winter and the upcoming, short lived summer. Here, outwardly, spring is a riot of melting snow, intermittent sun and snow flurries, clouds, mud, rain and emerging grasses.
Early spring's unfolding is visceral. Barely visible, but tangible and electric, as wind stirs, energies surge, sap rises, and birds return, piercing the quiet with songs and exchanges. Awakenings arise within all beings, whether furred, feathered, plant or human. Spring fever is fueled by the element of Fire, urging us to shed it, shake it up, clean it out, start afresh. While being outdoors, I feel the wildness without flowing within me, deepening the immediacy of nature. Gusts usher in unpredictability, restlessness and excitement. The desire for change, new ideas and new beginnings are enticing, as the element of Air relates to thought and our mental selves. Change is truly in the air! With wind tangled hair, dirty hands, horse hair coated jacket and sun creased skin, I am renewed and reluctant to go inside. I am filled with questions that I will take into my studio, such as what secrets do the seemingly empty spaces in nature hold? What conversations occur, between rock and aspen tree, melting snow, river water and land, migrating birds and willows? What do surrounding mountains and clouds share? What do the nature spirits and devas of place wish to impart? Happy spring!
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