The energy of spring is palpable. I'm feeling it, and I'm guessing you are, too. Am I right? That restless feeling, the energy in our body, in our soul, stirring, awakening, springing forth! It's always a welcome feeling, and also a bit uncomfortable, a bit irritating. Like a child just before a huge growth spurt, our internal energy is ramping up, running at high speed, but not yet covering much ground, just revving. Yes, it can be agitating, and delicious all at the same time.
Thank you to the lovely preschool and kindergarten teachers at our school for bringing this craft to our children each year. It is indeed looked forward to, and what could be sweeter than a basket growing real grass come the day of egg and basket hunts? Though, I see so much more in this annual planting. It is a tangible representation of the season, a way to use our hands to express that which we feel so strongly stirring in our bones. A quiet seed, holding all it's energy in a sleep-like state, is planted on some fertile soil, tended with regular watering, warmth of the sun, and the lengthening day's light. Bathed in an atmosphere of love, and anticipation, the wheat seeds send out their shoots. Bursting outwardly the stored energy reaches out into the world - to become.
Also inspired by school, Chaz requested tea and felting on the patio yesterday morning. "Mama, get some warm soapy water in a tub, I'll get the wool and a towel, and I'll show you how to make an egg!" Ugh, how I love this little boy. So we did. We soaped, lathered, felted, sipped tea, giggled and made a few little eggs together.
And aren't eggs and baskets just the thing for this spring season? Bursting with life, growth, symbolizing hope, fertility and new life!
(Much gratitude for Donni of the Magic Onions for hosting, another creative space to share, The Friday Nature Table)