March -Turbulence
“Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
March is typically full of transition and turbulence and this year is no exception. The spring equinox and day light savings time signal change internally and externally. The awakenings of the earth and the turbulent weather can make us feel unsettled. The change in daylight affects our energy, our body, and even our perspective of time. So many of us have felt overwhelming physical and emotional exhaustion recently. The challenges of the world weighing heavy. We benefit from extra sleep during these transitions even as the energy of our mind wanders to plans of the future. Emotions may seem more on the surface, and we may feel more vulnerable as these shifts occur. The spring equinox is balance between dark and light. It is a time of transition a time to build from the darkness. It is the season of illumination, giving light to our hopes and dreams that have been percolating over the winter.
March is also the 2-year anniversary of the Pandemic – our lives have been irrevocably altered and many loved ones have been lost. We have been challenged with physical and emotional adjustments that can wear us down. Collective grief and collective hope seem to coexist as spring awakens. How do we allow space for both? How do you find stability and strength in these turbulent times? This spring the hope of more opportunities to gather, travel, and explore seem more realistic. Although we may be hesitant to trust this. The burden you have been carrying this winter has been heavy. The coming spring may feel like an awakening toward hope, lightness, and clarity. It takes work to reorient. Take care of yourself – this may look like extra sleep, time outside, limiting your to do list, or connecting with friends on a deeper level. What seeds can you plant this spring? What would you like to see sprout in the months ahead?
Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall, – So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
- Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
