From inner to outer
the good vibes
and the lowdown
What really matters
is change in our lives
and look after your own
So be it, blue sky, green sea
crystal clear, aquamarine,
smooth over, find and see
move away from the has been
All of it, embrace it all
Hear the gentle waves call
March winds, cold and bitter, yet,
as the fog lifts to reveal promising
glorious sun shine,
a faint whiff of blossoms;
my heart fills, the air feel lighter.
Sky and sea, blue and true,
Spring arrives with promises
of good changes
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Who can resolve for us the mysteries of earth, the wonder of reviving life in the spring?
Not all the stars in the sky are as wonderful as the bursting seed; or the tiny green shoot, or the first brave flower defying the storm.
The birds return, and in the dawn they form cathedral choirs rejoicing in the light.
The scampering squirrels take up the glad refrain – The spring is here!
The trees sing in the wind, and little streams swell into leaping, laughing torrents,
The dead leaves nestling on the earth whisper a glorious secret to the wind: The earth is stirring with new life!
Where yesterday the drifting snow covered grey leaves, impetuous green today thrusts upwards towards the light.
All nature sings, for light is life, and warmth and rain are life.
This is the truth that passes understanding; this is the joy to all forever free:
Life springs from death and shatters every fetter, and winter yields to spring eternally.
From: The Wonder of Reviving Life by Robert T. Weston, from Songs for Living.
Prayer by Judith Quarles
Spirit of life, bring to us beauty – the beauty of snowdrops and tulip shoots.
Bring to us strength – the strength of torrents of spring streams and the quiet strength of roots pushing deep into the ground for nourishment.
Bring to us pleasure – the pleasures of maple syrup sticky and sweet on our tongues and the wind grabbing a kite and taking it high – if only we could go too!
Bring to us wisdom – the knowledge that new life springs up without help. In spite of everything we do or don’t, green shoots will bring in the spring; grass and weeds and dandelions will appear.
Bring to us love – springtime love has magic in it. The children look cherubic, the parents look eager, the lovers look lost, the seniors look satisfied. Let springtime love be a part of our lives. Spirit of life, come to us that all the energy and power of spring will make us tall and smiling and expectant.
Awake awake
The earth still dreams Beneath the frost A candle gleams Awake awake The wheel has turned A fire lights Within the earth Strike the drum Let the fire burn bright Imbolc stirs From the heart of night Blessed Brigid You are the flame That guides us to The light of day Snowdrops rise The maiden's crown And green shoots spring from The frozen ground The lamb's soft cry The milk of life He breaks the still Of winter's night Strike the drum Let the fire burn bright Imbolc stirs From the heart of night Blessed Brigid You are the flame That guides us to The light of day Awake awake The wheel has turned The fire inside Gently burns Bless this land The sky and the sea Brigid's light will Set us free
May the blessing of light be on you – light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you like a great peat fire,
so that stranger and friend may come and warm himself at it.
And may light shine out of the two eyes of you,
like a candle set in the window of a house,
bidding the wanderer come in out of the storm.
And may the blessing of the rain be on you,
may it beat upon your Spirit and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there a shining pool where the blue of Heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.
And may the blessing of the earth be on you,
soft under your feet as you pass along the roads,
soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day;
and may it rest easy over you when, at last, you lie out under it.
May it rest so lightly over you that your soul may be out from under it quickly; up and off and on its way to God.
And now may the Lord bless you, and bless you kindly.
Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
"Winter; listen to the wind, feel the frost on the ground,
seek the warmth that resides within and around.
Hear, now, and see, in stillness, the wonder,
quiet, slow, oh so slow, silently whisper,
white mantle reflecting the holding mind
warmth, seeking, feeling kind.
Hear the slow pulse of Mother sleeping
breathe with her, in sweet surrendering
January trees, in the hazy, still morning light,
in the pale misty windy night
branches twisting, bending, dancing
silhouettes painting the clear sky, reaching
