Early Spring in the northeast presents a bare and leafless landscape, a clean slate.  There is a quiet emptiness, as we sit in the balance between dark and light, between what was and what will be.

The forest floor exposes the remains of limbs and trees that were not strong enough to withstand winter’s storms.  The buds that have waited patiently on the branches now take heart in these moment when forces coalesce to support expansion. We have the ability for just a short time longer, to effortlessly see a clear distance into the forest, without the distraction of  proliferation.

Nature’s outer movements directly affect the inner planes of human consciousness.  In this stillness between letting go and letting come, there is potential for profound presence.

Our addiction to drama and our discomfort with nothingness may mistakenly cause us to rush to fill these spaces.  But, have you ever hung out in the empty beauty of no breath, the subtle moment between exhale and inhale?

As we make the transition to higher levels of consciousness, we need more than ever these periods of conscious dropping down into silent, restful allowing.

We want to consider carefully how we dispense our precious energy.  This is not a time to go back to sleep, nor waste our energy clinging to a dying past.

It is a time for allowing clarity and burgeoning consciousness, and as Rilke describes, our ‘true power to come forth like a shoot, a force of nature, no pushing and no holding back’ …