As I try to let go of winter, the mortality question leaves me more perplexed than ever. Why? Because this agnostic has recently become a little less unsure, and maybe a little more certain of a few simple things. I still haven't had any visions or had a visit from the other side or anything. It's just that the dogmatism of Spring's arrival can't be argued with. No, not on any level. There is a ferocious and driven cycle of life going on in nature, in spite of how hard we humans have tried to control, dominate or tame it.
All through the winter and I have clung on to mother nature as best I could, but as usual she ups and pulls a fast one today. This morning very early, the sun caught the tips of some new willow tree leaves. Inevitably the barest branches that I have come to love for the last few months are soon going to disappear as they become enveloped in fresh, early leaves. The startling vitality of this process is now unstoppable.
Without any co-operation or involvement from any of us, there is a larger force at work. You probably knew this all along. For me it is a revelation.