Spring and silence

Being rooted into the now

Hello folks. It’s been a fair while! I have found myself in a new and quite delicious frame of mind this spring, which has been a lot less wordy. I think I’ve been ‘drawn in’ to the spring. Instead of hundreds of words pouring through me and out into the world, there have been just a few rolling deliciously around my tongue, like a secret language or an incantation: ivy-leaved speedwell, green alkanet, greater stitchwort.

I’ve been drawn deeper into the hedgerows and the wild places. Revelling. Marvelling. Noticing. Getting quieter in order to come closer.

And by being closer, I found this beautiful morel, tucked away, nestled amongst ivy and grandmother nettles.

I’ve been luxuriously resting too. Really letting myself have full permission to take time off. Lazing in bed, reading books, taking walks with my family as they visited, drinking tea. It’s almost as if it’s the first time I’ve let myself do this, in my whole 48 years! I think it does take this long to start unfurling the capitalist/white supremacist/patriarchal conditioning around doing, not being.

And here is Beltane. The first day of May. The spring is coming to fruition and the energy is rising towards the beginning summer.

Being, not doing, gives me joy in my heart.

Silence, not words, brings me closer to the centre of things.

Sitting still, with my breath, and feeling into all the sensations in my body. Bringing friends and strangers to mind. Opening to the heart, its tenderness, its mystery. Then moving from stillness into the world, as it comes alive.

The hawthorn - often known as the May tree - is starting to blossom now, opening out into starry white beauty. So, I’ll stop with the words, and go back to the silence, which draws me in and allows me to see all of the abundance that is here, right now.