Up the Rabbit Hole in QUOTIDIEN

It wasn't as cold as I'd expected, yesterday, nor was it windy as it had been last week, so a walk with Beth naturally morphed into several hours of yard work. I say this every Spring: THIS is my season! When the green breaks through the crust of winter; when you can smell the dirt beneath Autumn's fallen leaves; when the word 'moist' is most appropriate and unlikely to exude that smarmy vibe.
'Je suis comblée' is an expression used to convey an overwhelming fullness, a spilling over of love/joy/emotion....of all things positive.

It is life - a connection to the renewal, be it hope, or faith, or life.

Yesterday's garden cleansing, shall we say - the removal of the last vestiges of death, purged through fire - was almost ceremonial. A giving over of the weight brought on by cold, snow, and the darkness of winter - banished and carried away by smoke, leaving nothing but fertile ground to bring forth the movement of new life and breath. It is never a ceremony I call to myself, but one that I am invited to in her own time. It is communion with my Divine - when the Spirit sings this breathtaking song of celebration!