We come together to breathe in the midst of the messiness of life, remembering that the crocus grow up through the snow. That the cherry trees bloom in a pouring rainstorm, that life does not go to plan and we cannot control it. Remember, each time you breathe you are the one who does the work, where you are, when you are, in the midst of the mess that is life. You bring to the meditation your own unique work, your own gifts. It is spring, in places there are the first hardy bulbs pushing up through the snow or the mud. We have our own spring work to do. Each of us will have different work each spring, but there are things we can always rely on. The sun returns, the day warms, and we prepare for a new season of abundance and growth.
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