Transitioning

Earlier in the week, I posted that spring had finally come to the Bluegrass. Well. I was wrong. The last several days have been cold and rainy and just generally depressing. Blah.

But.

Today is officially the first day of spring. Today or, to be more accurate, this evening is the vernal equinox. I’m not sure why, but equinox and solstice days really speak to me. More than any other days of the year, these days feel sacred. They mark the transition between seasons and phases of life.

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I never have or attend any sort of celebration for those days, but I do quietly mark them on my own. Today I’m planning my garden, starting some seeds, and spending some time meditating on the transition from winter to spring.

The transition from hibernation to full waking life.

From dark to light.

From old to new.

A transition.

That’s what this day is for me and that’s why it feels so important and so momentous. The vernal equinox marks the beginning of a blank slate and represents hope.

I’m looking forward to seeing what this new season brings.