We cannot sow seeds with clenched fists. To sow we must open our fists.

We cannot sow seeds with clenched fists. To sow we must open our fists. “No podemos sembrar con los puños cerrados. Para sembrar, hay que abrir los puños.
-Adolfo Pérez Esquivel

Living in New England during the winter with record snow, it was a bit hard at times to think that spring would ever come. The snow covered everything, the Stockbridge Bowl was frozen solid and trees were barren and stark. Demeter cast her spell upon the land, driving seed and souls to the Underworld to lie dormant and rest until Persephone reappeared.

And now Persephone has returned, slowly resurfacing upon the back of the Equinox and the light of spring.

As warmth arrives and the snow melts, the seeds we have sown in the beds of our hearts are getting watered. The sap is running high in the maple of our bodies, waiting to be tapped for energy.  The rhythm of life is all around us, reminding us that the darkness and dormant sides of the heart can open to the verdant nature of spring.

Most spiritual traditions will tell you that humanity is the manifestation of that which is most sacred. We have been given the ability to choose the steps we take. We have the power to release anything that no longer serves us.

Life cannot flourish with a closed grip blocking out the light of our hearts. Spring is here, the energy of the “gigantic” full moon is here in several days, a good time to plant. What seeds will you water in the fields of your heart?

May this season of spring provide you with the nourishment to feed and seed that which makes you most whole, that which makes you most happy.

May you be well, may you be happy. May all be well, may all be happy.