I knew I should have brought out my camera on Friday, capturing the images of the shining daffodils and the amazing blossoms on a neighbor’s tulip tree. Everything, including all the people I saw, seemed to follow the sun, soaking up the warmth and energy. That night after all the kids were in bed, I sat by the outdoor fire that had toasted hot dogs and marshmallows so dutifully, feeling the wind and watching the moon and stars slowly disappear behind the clouds. The forecast had promised snow the next day. Could it be?
The next morning, the cinders had been extinguished by the rain that came. I left for my Quiet Day in the continued drizzle and slightly above freezing temperatures — only 35 degrees below yesterday’s. On my way home, after spending my day amidst lovely souls and the glowing of Spirit made manifest, the wintry mix began, then the snow. Big flakes for this our Spring Equinox.
But the warmth of our busy kitchen and fireplace that night prevented any chill. Homemade manicotti and at least an attempt at a new tiramisu recipe (I called it tirami-soup and wasn’t a fan). Our tummies were full, indeed! And then we settled in for our snow day and the beginning of the kids’ Spring Break.
This week will be full of its own challenges. After my already askew morning routine, I get to take the kids grocery shopping. At least three eating times a day for six that feels like 10. I’m getting a preview for this summer. I read something last night that rang in my ears — several something’s in fact. Excerpts from Cynthia Bourgeault’s The Wisdom Way of Knowing . . .
“We stand midway between the purely material and the purely energetic, with a full range of versatility in both.” (p. 54)
“. . . where we are is exactly where we belong and that our real purpose in the cosmos is fulfilled in the way that we move back and forth between these two planes of existence.” (p.54)
“Working within the raw materials of the physical world, we are to give ‘birthing’ and ‘body’ to the names of God so that the invisible becomes visible. We are midwives of the Spirit.” (p.55)
The book continues on, giving voice to so many of my thoughts and experiences. Yes! Someone else gets the same messages as me and has already traced routes through other traditions, found links and lineages. I read on about surrender, letting go.
I rest assured that I am where I am supposed to be. Mothers are surely a mirror through which God sees God’s self. In other aspects, too, I have a responsibility to the energy I project, reflect, and participate in.
The sun is now melting the snow outside, leaving the ground a muddy mess, fertile, and full of possibilities.