Daybreak NYC March 13, 2011 Photo by Sally Davies
Today, at 7:21 p.m. (EDT), winter turns into spring; an ancient high holy day. Equinoxes and solstices have always been revered as sacred turning points, which is why Christians celebrate Easter in the spring, and Christmas in the dead of winter. We have reason to celebrate spring today because now there will be more light in our days than darkness. It’s time for hibernators everywhere, (l) to rise and let our little light shine.
Light a Candle
If you can, light a candle at 7:15 p.m. (EDT) and tap into the divine energy of winter magically turning into spring. Surround yourself with sunshine, tulips, fresh air, daffodils, rain, and other earthly spring things. If you can, light lots of candles. Celebrate more light than darkness in your life now, and let your little lights shine, shine, shine.
Make a Wish
Never light a candle, for whatever purpose, without dedicating it to someone or something. Keep in mind that every time you light a candle and make a wish, you take part in divine activity. The power in sacred fire and the power in heartfelt wishes is all you need. So light lots of candles and make lots of wishes. Whatever you ask for, believe you shall receive, and it will come to you. With you, I wish your spring wishes come true.
Until next week, think about this:
Spring is the Period
Express from God
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
--Emily Dickinson #844
Karol Jackowski, Ph.D., became a nun in 1964. She's also been a college administrator, graduate of New York University, manager of a toy store, author of eight books, painter of religious folk art, and sister to everyone she meets. Please visit her website at KarolJackowski.com.
From: Veronica Hargrove | 3/20/11 at 2:39 pm
i will always remember "spwing is here"........wishing you and shirl a great spring!!
From: Karol Jackowski -- author | 3/20/11 at 2:55 pm
Okay, here's the whole poem:
Spwing is hewe,
hewe is spwing.
See da boids
upon da wing.
Oh my woid,
how absoid,
I tought da wings
was on da boid.