Dear Companions and friends,
My spiritual director used the phrase, “Spring’s insistence.”
That caught my attention.
That invited me to pause.
Despite Winter’s futile forays, change is urgently budding here in every direction, in every color. Heralded by robin’s morning song, Spring’s advance is resolute. Persistent. Steady. Relentless. Zestful.
Hmmm…seems appropriate in this Resurrection season…echoes of Divine Love.
Divine Love insists on new life, pushes through resistant ploys, trickles down grappling hearts, seeps through songs and minds and hands, alters landscapes inside and out.
“In the grave they laid him, love by hatred slain,
thinking that he would never wake again,
laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen;
Love is come again like wheat arising green.”
Now the Green Blade Rises
John MacLeod Campbell Crum, 1872-1958
So be it.
Grace and love to you in this good day,