Bright yellow daffodils greet me along my path as if to encourage me. “There is more to come,” their message, as they make room for the pale green shoots of tulips, just starting to peek their heads through the damp earth.
Birds are singing in joyful chorus as they too welcome this new spring time after the cold harshness of winter. I realize I have missed them. I usually run in darkness, before the sunrise, before nature’s alarm clock wakes them to a new day. It is in the quiet stillness, the darkness of the between time, that I have preferred to run, alone with my thoughts and inner confusion. Today as my path leads me past the small lake surrounded by marsh I am greeted by the trill of red-wing blackbirds. Ever so casually they perch, the tall thin cattail reeds swaying lightly in the breeze. I smile, I have been waiting for their return. I remember a time long ago, sitting on the edge of the wetlands along Lake Superior; it was a sacred place for me, an understanding I have just come to realize. And this bird, with its path of red and yellow on its wing, has been speaking to me for years, though at the time I did not know. Connected to the Tree of Life, with the primal feminine energies, with ties to all the creative forces of nature, it has been there for me, waiting for me. And so it sings to me now, helping to open that life force in me once again.
I stop in my tracks as a great blue heron takes off from the marsh. Directly in front of me, tucking its long spindly legs beneath as it spreads its powerful wings and soars across my path, as if to say “Pay attention. Time to stand on your own. Listen to your intuition; it will not steer you wrong. Time to create your new path. Time to soar.”
Yes, it is time. A new direction, a new beginning for me, for all earth. The light is shining on us and we, the earth and all humanity, are ready to be born and bloom in ways never known before. I say yes to the light, knowing that is all it takes – a Yes!