Time to Run and B.R.E.A.T.H.E.

Today the first dandy bloom appears on our little acre, marking a pick up in the pace ahead. I hope I can keep up.

With that: Gotta run. And B.R.E.A.T.H.E.

As you rush and run through your life, may you remember to press the Pause Button and... B.R.E.A.T.H.E. as well.

Peace.

Honor to the Season of Renewed Growth and Burgeoning Abundance

 It's the season of gardens and greenhouse, and tending to the basement babes under the grow-lights.

It's the season of observing the robust reemergence of rhubarb, and marveling at its rate of evolution.

It's the season of waiting patiently for comfrey to grow large enough for first harvests to dry for future infusions, and to use for making seedling fertilizer, for mulching, and enriching the compost.

It's the season of dandelion harvests, for leaf, root and buds.

It's the season of free ranging hens, delighted to forage in the unfenced, mulched garden beds that will soon bloom with the color and verve of daylily, sedum, lemon balm, sunflower and other surprises.

It's the season of burgeoning cleavers, to harvest the for early spring infused water, for additions to cooking, as well as waiting for the reaching growth of this amazing plant to harvest later in the season for tincture making, drying and - quite possibly - roasting some of the wee seeds for a caffeinated beverage treat.

So, yeah, my season (and yours) of renewed growth and burgeoning abundance is taking full root. From here, the pace quickens, and quickens more, until we reach the eventual first frost, still months aways, yet not far off.

Peace.

Flow and Mystery and Messages

This morning I acknowledged, without doubt or question, that the element of water is nudging me, inviting my attention. How do I know this? Well, Monday I discovered a water leak at my studio. A Tuesday wander about my little acre gifted me the pause and the music of the vernal thaw. Yesterday I pulled the Tarot card, Temperance. Today I awoke to the return of the spring rains.

So, yeah, water is begging for my attention. So I sat quietly with that, eyes closed, breath relaxed, and not long into my watery meditation I realized that I'd not yet processed my March donation to the Water Protectors' Medic + Healer Council. So that's done. I'll freshen the water in my fermenting Cherokee black beans, and check the seedlings for thirstiness. And I'll continue on this thread of watery awareness until it feels full, or ripe, or ready to overflow.

Peace.