Becoming Spring


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The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.
C.G. Jung

Dear Reader

In these final weeks of spring leading up to the summer solstice, she is showing me all she can be. She teases with nighttime temperatures that plummet and send me scurrying to cover the garden beds and then the next day rolls out her own blanket of sultry heat. Hanging so thick in the air, you are certain the near frost was a fever dream. She is the gift of day-long steady rain and the dry stretch that keeps all hope of moisture at bay. She is a new blossom every day, the weary mama fox corralling her rambunctious kits, and the tree frog’s afternoon concert. Spring personifies the art of living, allowing room for it all under her care. When I can be with who she is, perhaps I can also be with all the versions of me.

I’ve enjoyed observing myself throughout the weather swings of May and how I've attempted to be with it all, aka the art of living. Over a yummy midweek brunch at her family farm, my friend Cheri asked how the season was going. I laughed and replied that I was suffering from growing-season mood swings, the abrupt oscillation between being immersed in profound joy and then drowning in the many competing needs. Saying it out loud was important not only because I felt heard but because I heard myself, which allowed me to begin to wander down the path of contemplation.

I began to wonder why, when I truly believe that I am supported by my ancestors who have gone before me and the spirits of this land, do I still struggle with occasional waves of doubt? Have I lost faith in our sacred contract when I waver in my abilities ? Or is it similar to the dry spells in spring and just part of the whole? Is it possible that I can trust and also at times lose my connection to that trust? As this week draws to a close, I am beginning to accept that it is a yes.

Sunday will deliver a big full blue moon, the second full moon of this month. In the sign of Sagittarius, you are invited to see and speak your truth, be spontaneous, and take the leap you’ve been waiting to take. This full moon energy will be present as you also experience the gifts of the sun transit through gate 35, the gate of change. The corresponding IChing hexagram 35 translates as "advancement." It’s Oracle says it all:

You have stood where you are long enough- now is the time for advancement.

That bright light of this full moon might be just what you’ve needed to see your next bold move with more clarity. I've some thoughts on mine. What will yours be?


Until next week

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I began expressing my big Cancer emotions through writing at a very young age. For me, the unique act of writing is what allows me to process and evolve fully . Today, my weekly missives follow themes that weave between the literal fields of my work in the Gemmo Forest, our family homestead garden, and the energy field we all experience. My life now follows the rhythm of the land. From spring through fall, I can be found outdoors, hands in the dirt, working alongside her husband, Joachim, to tend our 7,500-square-foot family garden or with local volunteers caring for Gemmo Forest. When the cold sets in and the fields rest, I return indoors, where I rekindle my love of writing by the wood stove, always with my faithful calico, Ruby, curled close by.

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