April 10
He said, “Pretty maiden, do you stand in need?”
I answered, “Kind sir, you’re the man for the deed,
to sow my meadow with wanting seed,
to sow my meadow with wanting seed.”
And so he sowed high and he sowed low,
and under my apron the seed did grow,
and it grew so well, and with never a weed,
that I’ll always remember the wanting seed.
—British folksong
There is no time in the annual cycle of the seasons where we feel so much a part of the earth as in springtime. As the flowers dance, nodding their fragrant heads in the breeze, our hearts dance too. We are filled with yearnings and desires, with longing and lust.
Life puts desire within us because without desire, life would perish. Our hearts would wither, too, without spring’s penetrating passion. It is so easy to close down to risk, to protect ourselves against change and growth. But no baby bird emerges without first destroying the perfect egg sheltering it. We must risk being raw and fresh and awkward. For without such openness, life will not penetrate us anew. Unless we open, we will not be filled.
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