Monday, February 22, 2010
I had a friend in San Francisco who could feel earthquakes coming. She really could, even the little ones. We worked together at the Symphony in adjoining departments. She would stand up and shout EARTHQUAKE!! after which, sure enough, 45 seconds later, the jolts and waves became palpable to the rest of us.
Was her inner gyroscope so sensitively balanced that she could actually sense the earthquake before it got going or was it some kind of earthquake psychism? I'm more likely to believe she could smell them coming. However she did it, it was kind of miraculous.
Yesterday I felt the first minute streamings of upwards moving energy that mark springtime in Washington DC. The snow has receded enough to reveal small patches of badly mashed down grass here and there. I didn't see even a single blade of grass that had a hint of perkiness, but I felt the rising, very faintly, coming from beneath.
The Persephone myth is one of my favorites. It makes perfect sense that the ancients would imagine her, at the end of her six month visit with her husband Hades, coming up from the underworld, bringing spring with her. In winter here in the American midatlantic, the life force recedes to somewhere deep underground. The stillness in winter here is exquisitely perfect. As the daylight lengthens, life force energy once again emerges, slowly and tentatively at first like the Munchkins after Dorothy arrives, later full blast, like ... like Old Faithful.
What I'm thinking this morning is that since my timing is so pathetic, it's a good thing I've learned to pay attention. Observing the shift of the season is all I need in order to get in alignment with what's happening.
Something is definitely happening. Spring is just around the corner. Oh yeah!