As cycles of nature become more wobbly, we humans have to become more solid than ever. Spring has wobbled into action here in Vancouver, starting in time for the Winter Olympics, then regressing back into Winter. This phenomenon is customary here on the West Coast. We were graced with a swift comeback though I know the patterns will continue to fluctuate. I have been enjoying the blossoms and observing life renewing itself, marveling at the force that nature presents with cyclic perfection amongst back drops of clear blue and rain saturated gray skies.
After a slumber like Winter for me, then having the Olympics sweep through town, I felt like retreating into a cave and lounging around a fire with a big pot of tea surrounded by music for a hundred years. It is hard to hibernate as nature wakes up though. I recognize a profuse gratitude for all of the amazing stuff in my life that sustains my existence and fills me with inspiration, and gives me a busy schedule. I find myself worshiping spring, and feeling mightier for it.
Cherry blossom petals dance upon the branches billowing on the breeze, the setting sun sparkles upon the ocean waves, I worship the perfection nature has created after billions of years of evolutionary cultivating. I gain strength from opening my heart to the tiniest blossom, to the faintest bird song. I feel my mood elevated by the emerging presence of nature’s colors.
I revere the music that my heart beats to. The artists that inspire my mind and creativity. The yoga that helps keep my structure in alignment. I honor the feelings of spring reverberating inside my body. With the explosion of life all around me, and within me, I bow down and hug the Earth. I feel supported and I feel like supporting her.

