Each season brings its own meaning and teaching. This weekend we celebrate in different ways, each of us with our own beliefs.
I love how the word spring, springs. This morning it brings me to honor the sacrum, the bone at the base of the spine that hosts the four dignities: sitting, standing, walking, and lying down. The word sacrum means “sacred” in Latin. The Romans called this bone “os sacrum” which means “holy bone”. The Greeks called it “hieron osteon” which also means “holy bone”.
I sit here now, my holy bone moving back and forth, side to side, floating waves and springing joy in the nature that is my life. Tissues wake.
I’m with these words of Eckhart Tolle from Stillness Speaks.
Wisdom is not a product of thought. The deep knowing that is wisdom arises
through the simple act of giving someone or something your full attention.
Attention is primordial intelligence, consciousness itself. It dissolves the
barriers created by conceptual thought, and with this comes the recognition
that nothing exists in and by itself. It joins the perceiver and the perceived in a
unifying ﬁeld of awareness. It is the healer of separation.
Life is both fragile and strong allowing us to balance, ground, rise, and connect, trusting the spring to life.
It rained all day yesterday, and the creek in Mill Valley went from dry to rushing and gushing. This morning, sun.