This morning was clear and sunny if cold. It is a strange time of year. You can sense a restless energy in the earth, the leaves of celandine, wild daffodils and dog violets are reaching up for the sky, the smell of wild garlic is in the air, and the crocuses are out, and yet the world seems to be holding its breath. Blackbirds and mistle thrushes are already nesting, and the finches and tits are looking at their smartest. We are on the edge of Spring and the great slow explosion of life in our Northern homes is about to begin once again.
I know the content of this post is trite in some ways but the feeling that the life around us is beginning once more to pulse with energy is not. I feel we have lost our connection with the world from which we emerged. The noise of our toys is incessant, invasive and alienating. If we cannot hear and respond to the natural rhythms of the world we become mentally unhealthy not just as individuals but as a species.
