This day to me, is a day of celebrating life that springs from darkness.
From the births that come from death, or from what was.
The cracking open of the hardened egg, the stepping out of the cave, the growing from all the compost of last years lessons.
It is a time to celebrate the return of plants, blossom, vibrant greens, wild weeds and birdsong.
A time to celebrate our rebirth on the land, to honour our breath and our life force.
We have two true homes; the land and our bodies. Both of which work to bring healing and wellness, love and balance, Good medicine and growth, if only we would help them more along the journey and celebrate them.
Let’s Love them, dance in them, sing in them, touch them and listen to them.
Let’s open our hearts and let ourselves be inhabited by the natural earth and our own wisdom.
Plant seeds both physically and mentally, eat the weeds, drink the flowers, hold ceremony for you, the birds and for the plants, lie on the grass and feel life inside and out.
Let’s celebrate this unfurling tender and strong life, this tenacious medicine spirit.
Post by Brigit Anna McNeill
Tree Weaver 