That Which is Moving

What is growing in you? How is it different this Spring than the last?

The rains come and the streams and rivers and the creeks, they begin to talk again, they start to bump against the rocks and tug at the cattails and hurry on down with the general business of getting to the sea. And usually I am there, I can feel them running through me and I am riding and spinning like a water skimmer, laughing and letting them take me wherever it is they want to go.

They say that Daphne, the water nymph, once turned into a laurel tree, and so this year I too am still. The wild rushing freefall has turned to a movement slow and tight and strong, that of roots reaching down to grip the clay, doing their work, that necessary job of providing leverage so the branches can unfurl and arch up against the wind like a spinnaker.

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Photo via Christine Mandich.

Comments

[Dragonfly]

This imagery of this post is potent. I can sense the talking of the rivers and streams and how your tree has grounded in mother earth. Allowing the self to open her branches and reach for all that is hers!

[Roxanne]

I'm treasuring the stillness, and the Daphne reference... I love both the name and the story behind her!

[tracy mangold]

There is nothing stronger than that which grows in a torrent of water. My grandmother plucked a little sapling out of the Peshtigo River long long ago when she was a young woman and planted it out at the farm. It is still there, big, strong and I call it Grandma's tree. I have one of that trees offspring living in my yard now. You are growing stronger and more into yourself all the time. LOVELY.

[Noel]

@Dragonfly--I'm working on it! That's for sure! ;)

@Roxanne--Me too! I have this book of Greek myths my parents used to read me, and I come back to it over and over again.

@Tracy--You are so right!! God, that comment gives me chills. Thanks for sharing that story.