WHEN BROWN TURNS GREEN
And there comes a feeling, with new beginnings, that seem to appear like a thin mist
Like a late winters fog that blurs our vision and tricks our mind, entering in our great imaginings
Then comes the morning when you awaken and see, just like magic when brown turns to green.
And like the spring that always comes, so will the day when the darkness is done, and the light is all we will see.
This past week brought with it something very special. It was not on the calendar, no holiday, or anyone’s birthday, it brought for me something you cannot plan or know ahead of time. I am speaking about the moment you see something that you look at everyday that had been brown all winter, turning green. There is no date set aside for this to happen, it just happens and always takes me by surprise. You are usually having a mundane moment, you may be opening your blinds like you do every morning, but on this particular morning, your eyes do a double take, and you can see the gentle misting of green over what had been brown for months. It is as if all things shift in that split second you make that discovery. It was and always seems to be on the coldest, dreariest, rainy day we have had in a while when you make that discovery.
Often we go through the year, marked by the holidays we recognize, and by the calendar dates of spring, fall, winter, summer our birthdays as well, mindlessly thinking something is supposed to be different on those days, and we plan and wait – but the great heartfelt moment rarely comes.
Something seems to be changing within us and ultimately has begun to affect our culture. We are out of control. We are becoming unglued, falling apart. Isn’t it wonderful? Our well planned out futures are disappearing as if the papers they were written on were tossed into a large bonfire. Like files lost in a computer, deleted and gone. We must begin to realize there is great beauty within destruction of the old, and being in the silence of the void after the old is gone, and waiting for the future to bud. Letting life unfold at a pace in synch with the universe. This includes all of the unfolding of time and just as nature has its seasons we do as well.
I believe we are collectively in winter as the inhabitants of Earth. We are lacking the feeling of abundance and the harvesting is over. We are looking in our metaphoric cupboards and pantries and realizing we have taken for granted an abundant summer and fruitful autumn, and need to share with the rest of the world all that we have and to become more mindful of what we are consuming in all areas of our lives, our relationships with currency, but also knowledge and wisdom. Perhaps most important, we must begin to tell the truth about our lives. I believe if we all told the truth about them, the world as we know it, would collapse.
The Angels want us to know there is no better time then springtime to make this realization that from death comes rebirth. Treasure the silence if it has come into your life, because when you least expect it, life happens again,again and again.
Happy Spring!
Cynthia
