Sprung

Longest day of the year, indeed

Happy Spring!

If the winter solstice signals the birth of the sun, then the spring equinox exclaims the birth of the earth. The resurrection of nature from the dark death of winter. The life, which has stayed hidden, in exile or underground, during the long deep sleep of the season, now shifts and starts to stir. Poking andpeeking, it seeks the surface. The space. The air. The light.Striving, stretching skyward, life breaks new ground. Bulbs,shoots and buds burst forth from the earth, exploding open,exposing their tender green growth. The sweet sap rises.The birth waters break. The skies open. It rains, it pours, it mists,it drips fertilizing fluids from the heavens. The air is damp like a baby's bottom. The land is soaked. The mud, like mucous, likeafterbirth. The defrosting sodden soil is teeming, churning withevery creepy crawly thing that ever slithered out of a swamp.Hordes of birds descend, drawn by the juicy feast.

Animals awaken from their pregnant hibernations, skinny and starving and sucklingtheir young. Birds and beasts, alike, set out on a concerted feedingfrenzy, gorging themselves and their ravenous, insatiable, mouths-ever-open offspring.It is as if the great egg of the whole world has hatched.The egg, the symbol of life, of birth, has come over the millennia tosignify the season of spring. For it is then that the aspect of fertilityand rebirth within the cycle is so overwhelmingly evident. Clearly,the egg stands for spring.

The egg, in fact, stands at spring. Actually stands up on its end at the moment of the Vernal Equinox. Stands at attention as the sun crosses the equator into the northern hemisphere.Stands in salute to spring.

This was created by the lovely Mama Donna, my City Shaman