The rains have returned to Oregon this spring after a dry winter.
The mosses have grown soft and generous, the winter creeks again sing, the grasses are greening, and our chickens are laying eggs faster than we can distribute them.
The natural abundance of the season has been spilling over into my dreams as well: each morning this past week I have awakened with an idea for a new written piece.
With the land arrayed in emerald finery once again, I encounter this spring with a mixture of relief, gratitude, and grief.
The seasons as we have known them are no longer a sure thing.
This rain, these green moss-covered rocks, and those wild turkeys congregating on my lawn to mate both herald the changing season and serve as a reminder of the natural splendor we’ve lost–and are actively losing–during the course of our lifetimes.
Perhaps you will join me in noticing, experiencing, and savoring what we might have taken for granted before the Season of Change entered our lives.
I hope you can join our circle this week.
Our free soul-tending circle will be held this week on Friday, March 31, from 4-6 pm PST/7-9 pm EST.
Email your interest to anna “at” gaiaanimism “dot” com for this week’s zoom invitation. All skill levels are welcome.