Spring Bloodroot Moon
I’m beginning to wonder whether I misnamed this moon. Not sure the bloodroot’s gonna bloom before it wanes. 16 degrees out now, headed down to 2 tonight. Average daily high now 40 degrees. But, in terms of astronomical events today is the day we shift past the the celestial mid-point and the celestial equator. (see illustration)
That makes spring the formal designation. Meteorological spring began on March 1st, but I follow the stars as does the Great Wheel. The Vernal Equinox has a long tradition as not only the start of spring, but of the new year. It lost its spot as the New Year in 18th century England, 1752 to be exact, when Lady Day, March 25th (a fixed date to celebrate the coming of spring and the new year and the feast of the annunciation), lost its New Year’s Day status to January 1st as the Gregorian calendar reforms began.
Today neither meteorological spring nor astronomical spring puts us in that season. The weather is not co-operating with the calendar in either instance. There’s a lesson here. Rules, no matter how precise, or how ancient, no matter how usually reliable or hoaried with veneration, can never overcome, as the military says, the facts on the ground.
The lesson of the Great Wheel will, however, grind its way toward truth. At some point the winds will shift. The cold air will retreat back to the North Pole. The snow will melt and the grass will green, flowers bloom and children ride their bikes in the streets.
Even though today doesn’t shout out verdant or shorts and t-shirts the vitality of Mother Earth is only delayed, not denied. When we use the seasons as a metaphor for human life, we can imagine that we have passed the spring time of our lives. This is not so. Our bodies, yes, they continue on, hammered by entropy, drawn back toward the earth by the gravity of our years, but our soul, or whatever that mysterious piece of us is that hovers in and around that body, renews itself over and over.
Take down a new book. Pick up a hammer, or a carving tool, or lines of computer code. Perhaps a paint brush or a blank page. Visit the grandkids or an old friend or make a new friend. The sparks of love and creativity in our lives can rejuvenate us over and over again, turning a winter, even one that seems determined to stay too long, into a springtime. Those seeds you planted when you were twenty, but forgot to water? Remember them. This is their season. Wake them up.