Renewal through Seasonal Changes

Happy Spring Equinox . . . at least here in the Northern Hemisphere.  Down under folks are moving into autumn, this difference one of the many magical expressions of hemisphere diversity on our magnificent planet.  Looking out my window at the five-and-six-foot piles of snow our snow-plow Angel has created makes Spring seem unlikely, and yet the calendar tells us the Vernal Equinox officially arrived on March 20.  Sometimes, we have to take on faith the reality of something.

Spring expresses itself very differently a mere seventy miles from the Northeast Kingdom.  In Burlington, Vermont, on Lake Champlain, it was almost warm on Friday, March 21, with many pedestrians out in light coats open and flapping in a very spring-like wind.  Returning to our mountain neighbourhood an hour-and-a-half east of the lake and these signs of spring, we found winter fiercely entrenched, like a spasm in a muscle that just won’t relax.

Happily, EFT is very good at kindling faith in the unlikely fact of spring when blustery winds, snow squalls, and below-freezing temperatures trick us into believing we’re still in January.  I find myself tapping unconsciously when I walk sometimes, and when I catch myself doing this, I frequently move into gratitude for those signs of spring that help us to endure the final, often wildly unpredictable weeks of brutal cold.  Sunshine is one of these amazing signs, brilliant and warm at six these evenings.  Birdsong is another.

We have jays here all winter, and crows, but we are too far north for cardinals.  Wild turkeys dance through the surrounding fields and these constants ground us in the happy reality of our diverse community.  Yesterday, however, we were given a huge gift while in Burlington.  A robin, apparently full of pure joy, soared and then carved a graceful downward arc , almost touching the hood of our car as we crept down a residential street narrowed by the heaps of snow piled high on either side of the street.  As soon as I recognized her red breast, I found myself tapping in gratitude:  “Thank you; the calendar isn’t wrong; it really is spring; here you are; bless robins, and all birds, everywhere.”

Tapping is a very roomy, artful practice.  It can be used to resolve challenges at work, free-floating feelings of anxiety, and issues with a loved one.  It can also express a hymn of praise and thankfulness when, seemingly out of the blue, something wonderful happens to assure us that renewal is happening . . . out there in the world and deep within our cells.

Unexpected Spring surprises can’t help but make our winter-weary hearts glad, and tapping helps us to express this gladness, and send our  joy out into the morphic fields around us.  Despite the snow and wild winds in these parts, according to the calendar and one adventurous robin, it really is the Vernal Equinox.   Happy Spring!

Until next week