“Human presence is a creative and turbulent sacrament, a visible sign of invisible grace”. John O'Donohue

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Moving into Spring

The Springtime shift began for me last week when I attended an extended seasonal workshop with Lorna Penney. Working with voice, breath and movement I joined an amazing group of women as we each navigated our own powerful, personal transition into the energy of Spring. I was amazed by the power of my own voice and the depths (and heights) I was able to reach. It was interesting for me to be working with the Oriental "Wood" energy, rather than the familiar Air of a Celtic Spring, but I was comfortable working with the concepts of new growth and rising sap - being a tree lady I am happy to dwell in a world of wood for a while.

Followed by a bright and sunny Equinox on 20th, the transition was very tangible. The birds seem to think so, despite the unseasonal snowdrifts and Siberian Easterly winds. I had to drive round to my Spring Yoga workshop on Saturday, as the ferries were going nowhere. This morning I walked to the studio in a blizzard - and then found the studio flooded with sunlight later in the morning. 

And there was work to be done. I had promised to dedicate this Equinox to moving on in my spiritual path, moving away from some associations, cutting some ties. I also wanted to explore the possibilities of conducting seasonal "celebrations" with a friend. Our thoughts -to move away from the restrictions of the "pagan" label, to be more open and less rigid, more welcoming, more honest, more "real". But still to give the experience some structure and meaning. My trusted teacher had advised that we do this  - just the two of us - at the Spring Equinox.

image from Scotlandsplaces
It was emotional, powerful, uplifting, generous, honest, creative, connected. Our walk in the park afterwards where we connected with crocuses, magpies, wood pigeons, a squirrel, a tigress and her cubs (in bronze) and the Lady of The Lake revealed some surprising, eclectic yet symbolic power for us both.
image courtesy of RSPB community pages

I have been sharing John O'Donohue's poem "For Presence" this week and I did so again today. It speaks so powerfully of  "being here". For me today, demonstrated so perfectly by the wood pigeons who were so content to peck away at the ground, no desire at all to make anything happen."The quite miracles that seek no attention" indeed. 

For Presence
Awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to follow its path.
Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame.
May anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.
Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.
~ John O'Donohue ~

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