Thursday, March 4, 2010
Go to the Light
The year is quickening. The crocuses (croci?) are up above ground, as are the tips of the first bulb flowers, which in DC means daffodils. The sense of rising energy is intensifying every day. The birds are making a fairly serious racket in the mornings, I hear doves cooing, and Brother Sun (actually out and shining today) climbs higher and higher. There's a feeling of anticipation in the air, like the breeze that comes through the subway tunnel a few seconds before you can hear or see the train coming.
Oh yeah. Spring is right around the corner.
Also stirring are the ghosts of DC. One of the things I do (when it comes to me, I don't seek it out) is help people whose houses are haunted. I am not a ghost buster in any sense of the word. The process I use (created by ex-colleague Pomegranate Doyle - thanks, Pom!), helps the ghosts move from stuckness through the mysterious veil to a place where (apparently) they are reunited with their ancestors.
I usually think of fall as the most appropriate season to help the ghosts cross over, but in a way, spring, too is quite perfect. Spring cleaning is a time honored tradition amongst the living, as is springtime restlessness and a desire to break out of old ruts. It makes sense that the dead who are still hanging around our realm would abide by these rhythms.
Sometime in the next week or two I'll be working in a house in Alexandria and a house here on the Hill, helping the spirits move onwards and upwards. Go to the light is a literal reality at this time of year. I'm thinking that the expanding light as well as the rising energy might give these poor spirits a boost not available in autumn. Or not. We shall see.