Let's welcome spring with some yoga Saturday morning?

Morning, friends!

I'm leading a spring equinox yoga flow this Saturday morning at 7am PT/10 am ET, and you're invited! It's a free offering, so just sign up here so I can send you the zoom details. We will move, meditate and journal together for a 75-minute practice to welcome in the new season. If you've never been to my classes before, I'd love to meet ya!
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Last Friday evening, it rained all night here in in Tucson. I kept waking up and it was still going and I thought to myself, where am I?

As it turned out, it hadn't rained all night in the mountains — it had snowed — and Sabino Canyon was delightfully dusted on my hike to Seven Falls (at least thrice attempted, now once completed). A long time ago I saw a picture of snow-topped Saguaros and thought, now that's a sight I think I would love to see. And I am here to say: it was.

Some people call the flash of warmth before a more sustained spring transition by a certain name: "Fool's spring." Around here, it feels like our fool's spring is perhaps the opposite. "Oh you thought it might get hot? Well, here's a minor blizzard."

For some reason the cliché "Light at the end of the tunnel" keeps popping into my mind as though it is appropriate for this time, as though it is appropriate to describe the slightly awkward, slightly hopeful, and sort of strange transition to whatever normalcy means. But in my body, this line doesn't feel authentic to me. In fact, I tried to write down the emotion I feel in my journal last night, and I was at a loss of words.

In the Tarot, the Fool is the first card of the major arcana, representing new beginnings and perhaps a bit of beginner's luck. I like to imagine that the Fool cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel at all — that's what makes him the Fool, after all. He simply trusts.

As I'm re-reading the book, The Four Agreements, I'm reminded of the importance of being impeccable with my word. Yet I'm struggling to come up with the word that to suit my internal landscape right now. I don't feel like I'm in a tunnel as the saying suggests, but I do feel as though this seasonal portal is significant. Is the light ahead of us? Or was it within all along? 

There is a poem called “Spring” by Edna St. Millay that does the job of bringing voice to my feeling in this moment. It begins with the lines:
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
(Emphasis mine). I know what I know just absolutely grabs me. I find this poetic pout about the arrival of spring sort of delightful. She can’t be bothered by some saccharine observation about life re-emerging in the buds of flowers, she can just barely eke out the words, “it is apparent that there is no death.” Lolz.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
They are perhaps coldhearted words, and yet I am smiling at them. Was that on purpose? And does it matter? I sense that perhaps she is teasing, and yet don’t they say that beneath every joke there is a kernel of truth?

Indeed, that is what strikes the edge of humor, the truth of it. Because it’s like, we get it, the old charade, the change of seasons, and along with it our same old human shenanigans, too.

We know what we know, and yet the spring arrives to fool us once again.

And so I'll end with the question: how are you playing the fool this season?


Worth the read

  • The economic benefits of protecting nature now outweigh those of exploiting it. Which means that the economic benefits of protecting nature always have outweighed those of exploiting it, considering the costs are now more than they've ever been since the damage is only getting worse, but semantics. [Fred Lewsey, University of Cambridge]
  • "I'm a Short Afternoon Walk and you're putting way too much pressure on me." [Emile Delaney, McSweeney's]
  • Americans agree on more than you think [Populace study]. By and large, we tend to gravitate toward the same values. From a sensationalistic standpoint however, it is more convenient to believe otherwise. 
  • Sheryl Paul, whose work I've followed for the last year or so, recently wrote this incredible piece about the "enoughness" factor of anxiety. I found so much comfort and wisdom in it.


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