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.