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Beneath the ice and snow, the ground is awakening to Spring
Behind the rush and roar of furious winds
the songbirds are calling their mates
Below and beside crusty floes, the river runs
                                Spring is coming; Spring is here                                                                                                                                                                                                   by  Cie Simurro 

            Even when our worlds are upside down, beneath the apparent chaos, there is a river of well-being we can tap into. Even if this river has slowed to a rivulet, we can open the channel by finding something small to enjoy, appreciate, or praise. It’s all a matter of perspective.
Today, we can ask: “What do I have now, for which I am grateful?”
“How can I appreciate all the things that work well in my body, and appreciate how my body tries to compensate for the things that aren’t currently working?”
“What wonder can I find in front of me – in the elements, in our animal companions, in the structure of the natural world?”
“Can I take joy, as I look around me in the lives of others, knowing that one person’s good is a talisman for all?”
“Will I let myself feel the warmth of the golden sun on my back; the silvery moonlight; or even the power of leaden clouds across a vast sky?”
“Do I still love learning? Will I try to learn something new today?”
“How will I use my creativity today to please and express myself?”
“Will I keep searching until I find something beautiful either in the world, in someone’s eyes, in art, or in my imagination?”
“What will I do for others today?” Will I put out food for the birds, or cultivate healthy habitat for the mammals?”
“Will I strive to give someone a welcoming smile today, or a word of praise – perhaps a compliment?”
“Can I care for others as I wish to be cared for?”

            Spring brings new life, new hope, new creations, more light, and the renewal of love.

            I’ll end with the chorus to Roseanne Cash’s song,
“A Feather’s Not A Bird”:
The rain is not the sea
A stone is not a mountain
but a river runs through me 

The Vernal Equinox is March 20th, at 12:57 p.m. EDT

 In love and kinship,
Cie ~ Thunderbird Starwoman