The Spirit of Spring Journal 23/20/08 The Day of the Equinox
The equinox came very early this morning, and by the time I woke, it was already spring. Light rain was falling and the earth was wet with forgiveness. I stopped at Alliance Park on the way to work and watched a black and white cat watch seagulls flying over and landing on the Merrimack. I'm sure there was desire in its eyes as well as wonder. Of course, spring does that to you.
Eliot added memory to the mix as well. It's an important ingredient of course, but wonder seems to go missing in the modern world. Take those seagulls. Too often we fail to see them as the miraculous creatures that they are, these wonderful white and silver birds with graceful wings. Of course too often we fail to see the wonder of the rest of the world as well.
There are two sure cures for that disease. Looking at the world through a child’s eyes is one (and possibly through a cat’s as well). And spring is the other. The miracle of life becomes so obvious, it hits you over the head with its 2 by 4 by greenery and flowers. That miracle is always there, of course. Our childlike knowledge of science sometimes dulls our recognition. But that's the Newtonian world most of us still live in.
The cutting edge of science has left that mechanical worldview way behind though. We need to too. Without wonder, we're stuck in a godless world where the game of human events is of prime importance. But in the world of quantum science or what's also known as the mystic, wonder abounds and those twin towering beliefs of fundamentalist religion and atheistic materialism melt away. The sacred life of grass remains, wet with waves, consciousness, spirit. Then we can rise. And purr.
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