A Springtime Reflection

Feeling the slow start to Spring…

Most of you who see me regularly probably know that I spend much of my time gardening—both for work and for pleasure. I love the balance between bodywork and gardening: one space where I hold others, and one where I'm held. When I’m full up with people’s energy, the earth is always there, generously letting me pour it all back into the soil.

This year, spring has been slow to arrive, our garden days have been cut short, and I can feel it in all of our bodies. We’re ready to stretch out and shake off the winter, but we’re still bracing against the wind, the rain, the cold. As always—hang in there. We’re getting there.

There are patterns to what show up in our bodies, reflecting that we are, on some level, a larger, connected body of people. 

Sometimes we are collectively depleted, and sometimes we feel tender and soft. Lately, the words that come to mind are clogged, braced, full, sticky. Not the most comfortable sensations, but these are often signs of potential energy, stored up and waiting for a direction.

Spring has a natural cleansing energy…

The tender spring ephemerals are finally opening their petals—the bloodroot and the jeffersonia—alongside the hearty hellebore and the plucky daffs— excellent signs that we will each start to feel renewal inside our own bodies.

The liver—the organ of spring—wants to cleanse your body and spirit. So even though it’s still a little chilly, do your best to stand up, take a stretch, shake it out, and let the blessings of our stubborn New England spring lead you gently towards light and lightening.

And of course, you can always support that process…