Spring energies

daffodil girlMost of us are more than ready for this winter to be o-v-e-r. It has been a weight of ice and snow and bitter cold. We are ready for the forsythia to waves its yellow wands and the crocus to show their purple heads and happily announce, “It’s spring!”

And we love spring. It’s palpable; there is a shift in light and energies. We take a deep breath and expel cabin fever. We open windows and air out musty corners. No more heavy layers, we are free, free, free.

Every year at this time, Mother Nature throws us this party of verdancy and colorful flowers in a riotous array. There is growth; there is mating. Creation has run wonderfully amok. Feelings of friskiness, possibility, and adventure permeate the atmosphere. Life is good.

And as much as we love spring, we can also get all churned up by spring energies. Spring serves as a clarion call for individuation. In essence, we want to be our own daffodil. We want to be our own person and distance ourselves from that which encumbers, restrains, and inhibits. We want to be free — free to be me…not you, or your version of me.

These new-birth, new-aspect-of-self energies are a lot like labor. There is contraction; there is the push and pull; there is the restless agitation. It can be a bit messy and, sometimes, not so pretty. You can struggle internally as you become more of who you are and who you are meant to be. This is not easy. In fact, it is brave and courageous.

Please be gentle with yourself; don’t go nuclear on your warring parts. They grab your attention and force you to look at the burgeoning issue of self. Who am I? What makes me light up with happiness? Is this how I want to create my life? And when you are awash in uncertainty, just take the next right step. You always know what the one next step is. And, then, repeat; one right step after the other.

Remember, acceptance of every aspect of yourself — even the loud, cranky ones — leads to healing. And the root of the word, “heal” means to become whole. That is the idea. Allow yourself to unfold to be the best daffodil you can be.

Now, let’s go take those spring energies out for a spin. You with me, Daffodil?

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8 Responses to Spring energies

  1. Adele Ryan McDowell March 22, 2014 at 12:43 pm #

    I never knew this tale. Thank you, Stefania. I feel like the responses to this blog post have really deepened my simple offering. Thank you so much!!!

  2. Adele Ryan McDowell March 22, 2014 at 12:41 pm #

    Oh, Marga, your translation is quite lovely. Thank you for bringing such a feast to the table. Much love.

  3. Marga March 21, 2014 at 11:27 pm #

    This is lovely, Adele. In Mumbai we don’t have the marked changes for this season, but Taba remembers them from home. So – I’d like to send you a Hafez poem on spring, that we translated for Poetry Chaikhana:

    Spring and all its flowers
    by Hafiz

    English version by Homayun Taba & Marguerite Theophil

    Spring and all its flowers
    now joyously break their vow of silence.
    It is time for celebration, not for lying low;
    You too — weed out those roots of sadness from your heart.

    The Sabaa wind arrives;
    and in deep resonance, the flower
    passionately rips open its garments,
    thrusting itself from itself.

    The Way of Truth, learn from the clarity of water,
    Learn freedom from the spreading grass.

    Pay close attention to the artistry of the Sabaa wind,
    that wafts in pollen from afar,
    And ripples the beautiful tresses
    of the fields of hyacinth flowers.

    From the privacy of the harem, the virgin bud slips out,
    revealing herself under the morning star,
    branding your heart and your faith
    with beauty.

    And frenzied bulbul flies madly out of the House of Sadness
    to unite with the flowers;
    its love-crazed cry like a thousand-trumpet blast.

    Hafez says, and the experienced old ones concur:

    All you really need
    is to tell those Stories
    of the Fair Ones and the Goblet of Wine.

    – See more at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2012/03/23/hafiz-spring-and-all-its-flowers/#sthash.jbs27HxZ.dpuf

  4. Stefania Masoni March 20, 2014 at 9:03 pm #

    Ahhh yes,
    The Corn Maiden returns each Spring with bounty and beans,
    once a year leaving her husband Winter to visit her family, as he promised her father
    in exchange for her hand on marriage. Winter impatiently awaits her return but knows she will
    year after year. If we cannot count on much these days, Mother Nature is true and blue,
    as the skies above.
    A Native American Tale.

  5. Adele Ryan McDowell March 20, 2014 at 11:21 am #

    And you know about Mother Nature! I know you will be making lots of beauty with all the spring flowers! Much love

  6. Loretta Stagen March 20, 2014 at 11:18 am #

    Dear Adele: It has been a long, dark and cold winter. Thanks for reminding us that Mother Nature will soon throw a party featuring new growth (leaves and flowers). Love, Loretta

  7. Adele Ryan McDowell March 20, 2014 at 1:47 am #

    Thanks, Na’ama. Love the awareness and freedom of the little boy. How wonderful!

    I’m with you. Think this year in particular we should go for the whole field of daffodil-ness. I’m ready!

    Happy almost spring. Much love

  8. Na'ama Yehuda March 19, 2014 at 11:26 pm #

    Yep, Spring’s a-springing.
    About time, too …
    Let it spring on as gently as one needs to but surely as it ought, and may the green shoots find their way up to the sun in double loveliness. Enough with the deep cold!

    A little boy came in today wearing his usual some-animal-with-big-teeth t-shirt. Mid-session he asked permission to take one of my colorful foam stickers and stuck a yellow flower on his shirt, exclaiming, “it is almost spring and boys love flowers, too” (his father paled, but I thought it was quite manly of the little dude to embrace his Daffodilian side…)

    Donnow ’bout you, but I’m planning on being my whole FIELD of Daffodils …