{The Vernal Equinox – the first day of Spring, is saturday, MArch 20th
…and so the wheel turns…}
We turn the wheel of the world.
We are time unfolding – seasons following seasons
flowing through us – bodies, hearts, minds.
As I walk through the graces of the year, my wholeness is revealed
As I move through the paces of the year, I am made.
We turn the wheel of the world.
We are made by the seasons,
and as we love them, so they unfold.
Have you any real idea of the power of your love?
We cannot care for what we do not love.
Love is the miracle of your breath hanging before you in the cold air.
It is steam curling up as the winter sun melts the frost.
It is the piercing radiance of the stars in the endless night.
It is the gift of decay, the relief of death,
the exquisite difficulty of the between times when surrender breathes over our skins, calling us to submit.
If you would care for the health of the Earth, you must love it in all its moods.
If you would see the continuance of its gifts, you must learn to let Earth move you
through the graces and paces of your seasons.
The needs of the Earth are calling us, urgent and demanding
like the promise of a cat’s claws ready to unsheathe.
The needs of the Earth are the siren songs of our very own hearts
bringing us to realms, loves, and depths unknown
until the moment we melt into the beauty that surrounds us.
The needs of the Earth are the gentle promise of home,
the challenge of belonging,
the gift of a love that will break us and remake us.
We walk through the graces of the year, and our wholeness is revealed.
We are wise and withered,
we are naked and new,
we are rich and sumptuous,
we are the wild harvest.
We are steady commitment, and the queerfire laughter of change.
Turning the wheel.
~ Maeanna Welti
