Spring’s here.
My response this year is to get in the dirt.
I am compelled to abandon my computer, get out of my head, and immerse myself in Nature.
The compulsion is so strong that I cannot focus for long on email and phone responses, nor do anything outside of just maintaining my business.
Highly unusual.
But that is what spring is asking of me right now.
Digging, preparing Earth boxes and flower beds, transplanting, sowing seeds, mulching . . . that is the sum of this last week.
The next thing comes along, then the next thing, then the next thing . . . with no thought as to what to do next. I only have to answer the call of the seedlings and the Earth.
No lingering thoughts of yesterday or anticipation of what is to come.
The season carries me along in its quickening flow . . . even into the warm evening dusk.
At the end of the day, my body aches.
It is a great ache because: look at the beauty emerging around me!
Then I get up the next day and do it again.
I am so in the flow of it that I don’t care that I am so physically tired. I keep going because Nature is inviting me to dig and plant.
Then, I imagine tasting the sweet juicy strawberries, pulling up yellow and white onions, and discovering which of the multicolor beets have grown.
And the array of flowers to behold! Bright yellows, dusky orange, royal purple and dots of red . . .
Now, seeds and dirt may not be your thing.
But there must be something that you love so much that you are compelled to do it.
And when you are doing it, the world and its troubles fall away.
That thing that invites you, even compels you, to do even if you are tired, and it makes you not care you are so tired.
What connects you to the Flow of the Universe?
