Spring is a time of awakening. Rising. Restoration. Tress spout leaves. Perennials slowly extend green stems from beneath the ground, having slept the winter—all seeking light and life for the summer.
This year in our part of the country, the 17year nap of the Brood X Cicadas comes to a short end. Insects that spend years underground for nearly two decades come alive above ground for just weeks, mating and arranging for a new 17-year nap.
This Spring, we are experiencing a moment of return from the confines of a pandemic—the return to normal or perhaps a fully awake and engaged life. The winter of the Covid-19 Pandemic seems to be ending, at least in the United States.
I wonder. Is my awe this Spring because of the return to normal and to be with other people? Is it the nearly loud sounds of the Cicada as they go about their 17-year ‘business’? Is it because of my aging, getting older, sensing my own limited time?
The Actual Dance – the metaphor of facing the unspeakable loss in our lives and then recovering – can be a metaphor for a human Spring, of awakening from the pandemic and an era of seeming growing conflict with our neighbors and the world, to take a breath.
This Spring, I hope we all can awake from this long dark period and experience renewal, and seek to remember our obligation to be a force for good in the world.
This year in our part of the country, the 17year nap of the Brood X Cicadas comes to a short end. Insects that spend years underground for nearly two decades come alive above ground for just weeks, mating and arranging for a new 17-year nap.
This Spring, we are experiencing a moment of return from the confines of a pandemic—the return to normal or perhaps a fully awake and engaged life. The winter of the Covid-19 Pandemic seems to be ending, at least in the United States.
I wonder. Is my awe this Spring because of the return to normal and to be with other people? Is it the nearly loud sounds of the Cicada as they go about their 17-year ‘business’? Is it because of my aging, getting older, sensing my own limited time?
The Actual Dance – the metaphor of facing the unspeakable loss in our lives and then recovering – can be a metaphor for a human Spring, of awakening from the pandemic and an era of seeming growing conflict with our neighbors and the world, to take a breath.
This Spring, I hope we all can awake from this long dark period and experience renewal, and seek to remember our obligation to be a force for good in the world.
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