Seasons and Cycles

Imbolc. Brigid. Candlemas. St. Patrick's Day. Spring. Vernal Equinox. Ostara. Passover. Easter. May Day. Beltane. Summer. Litha. At least for the Northern half of the globe. And that always makes me feel topsy-turvey. If I flew to Rio or Sydney, not only would I have jet lag because of the time differences, I would have season lag. It is just so weird. Opposites. Matter. Is there a place in me, in my soul, where the observer is that none of this matters? (weird here too-the word matters-matters in the world, time, material world). Yin Yang-until there is a whole. North goes this way, south goes that a way. Two opposite vortexes to keep us balanced. Here it is day-there it is night, here it is spring, there it is fall. Does it take away from my springishness if half the world's is feeling fallishness? And then there is the equater. Sheesh. The cycles are pulled tight, small and fast. Or cooler still-eternal summer that last for thousands of years until major long shifts create a winter there beyond our time and knowledge. The Divine, my Beloved. If the world is creation-does matter matter? Is the Earth important-or is it merely a stage as Shakesphere said. To play out our lives on, a chalkboard for our lessons. Are cycles a contrivance-or are they vitally important? Goes to the body-our nature, the physical-the web of physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. If I am cut-do I not bleed? Of course. Do I bleed emotionally? Yes. Do I bleed spiritually via physical wounds? Yes. Am I smart enough to figure this all out? Laughing. In my soul is eternity, before, after, now. Beyond cycles, seasons, duality. Whole.

Cleansing

Today it rained. Not snow or ice-but a real rain-a very cold rain at 33 degrees F. Just one point above freezing. Still it was rain. 17 days past mid-winter the world starts to prepare for spring by cleansing with water and fire. Here in Kansas it is literal with spring rains and the burning of the fields. Makes me think of Imbolc and Bridgit and of course Jesus. We are ourselves cleansed with water and fire. I love cycles. And wonder about other places. The desert. The artic. The jungle. How the wheel of the year is presented to them, what lessons they draw from the cycles around them. Life, death, renewal. Wouldn't those be important lessons? A real reason to travel. May my life be strong, may I dream great dreams, may I learn and deepen.