View from the Big Hills

Snowdrops Do you know what I was, how I lived?  You know what despair is;  then winter should have meaning for you. I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me.  I didn't expect to waken again,  to feel in damp earth my body able to respond again,  remembering after so long how to open again in the cold light of earliest spring-- afraid, yes, but among you again crying yes risk joy in the raw wind of the new world.    Louise Gluck

I took a day trip to the Rococo Gardens in Painswick in the Stroud Valleys. Surrounded by a carpet of budding snowdrops I walked past the beautiful statue of Pan. I've been on good terms with him for a number of years.   With the Spring energies and the returning daylight on their way, I was very much struck by Rumi's short piece on daylight. Rumi: Daylight If ten lamps are present in one place, each differs in form from another; yet you can't distinguish whose radiance is whose when you focus on the light. In the field of spirit there is no division; no individuals exist. Sweet is the oneness of the Friend with His friends. Catch hold of spirit. Help this headstrong self disintegrate; that beneath it you may discover unity, like a buried treasure. * In many ways, the promise of Spring is the promise of the Light returning....and that Light hath healing in its wings.......healing that brings Unity of Spirit. Best wishes Ce...