This morning the birds are declaring that spring has arrived. They are chirping merrily to each other with a new-found energy for life. Not only the birds feel it, I feel it too. There is something almost tangible in the air; an aliveness, signalling a period of fresh growth, of creation renewing itself. A mystic like myself thrives on such energies.
Everyone can feel it, the coming of spring. And yet it defies a scientific definition. Any technical definition of spring has to be rigid. For example, we might decide that spring starts on the spring equinox and lasts until the summer solstice. But the equinox is not for a few days yet. Or we might decide that spring starts when the daily temperature exceeds some defined threshold. Yet the last few days have been hotter than today. No, in trying to define spring, we miss its essence.
This goes for everything in life: if we try to define it, we arrive at a rigid classification, and we miss the essence. We can feel the essence. We can know it directly, in the moment. But we cannot pin it down with words or definitions.
If you are in the northern hemisphere, I hope you feel it too, the coming of spring. It is in the air!
