SPRING EQUINOX BLESSINGS

BLESSINGS OF SPRING EQUINOX

We stand at the Gateway of Spring. Dark and Light are momentarily balanced. After Spring Equinox, every day is brighter than the one before as Earth blossoms into Spring.

At Wanderland, the forest has turned a psychedelic green– the closest I can come in naming it is Chartreuse, but it glows, so it almost looks gold. For a moment I think there is something wrong with my eyes. But no, it is the forest coming back to life. Along the trail, a hill of trilliums pushes through the moss. They are the sacred Lily of this forest, glowing white, tri-petaled, beloved of the goddess.

Today, as the forest glows around me, I know that Kore, the World Soul, has once more returned, and we are in a new Season of growth. I am grateful to see another Spring. My heart gladdens as old friends reappear: skunk cabbage, colts foot, oxalis, huckleberry, trillium…A miracle of rebirth everywhere, a forest coming alive again after a winter down under.

As a way of celebrating this new birthing, take time to walk on the Earth. As you walk, greet returning plants, new growth, new blooming. Welcome them back, See their Beauty. Offer them thanks. Then sit in silence and allow this energy of new growth to fill you. What is unfurling in you? What are you dreaming into form? Record this in words or images on a quarter sheet of paper. Roll the paper into a scroll, tie with ribbon and hang outside to receive the blessing of sun, wind, and rain.

Traditional Chant to the Goddess Kore

Her name cannot be spoken,

Her face was not forgotten,

Her power is to open,

Her promise can never be broken.

All sleeping seeds She wakens

The rainbow is Her token

Now winter’s power is taken,

In love all chains are broken.

All seeds She deeply buries,

She weaves the thread of seasons

Her secret, darkness carries.

She loves beyond all reason.

She changes everything She touches, and

Everything She touches, changes.

Change is, touch is. Touch is, change is.

Change us! Touch us! Touch us! Change us!

Everything lost is found again,

In a new form. In a new way.

Everything hurt is healed again.

In a new life, In a new day

Kore Chant

Her name cannot be spoken,

Her face was not forgotten,

Her power is to open,

Her promise can never be broken.

All sleeping seeds She wakens

The rainbow is Her token

Now winter’s power is taken,

In love all chains are broken.

All seeds She deeply buries,

She weaves the thread of seasons

Her secret, darkness carries.

She loves beyond all reason.

She changes everything She touches, and

Everything She touches, changes.

Change is, touch is. Touch is, change is.

Change us! Touch us! Touch us! Change us!

Everything lost is found again,

In a new form. In a new way.

Everything hurt is healed again.

In a new life, In a new day

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