It is the season of Lent. The time before Spring, before renewal, before growth explodes upon the world. Things lie deeply dormant, deathlike, dreaming.
There is anticipation of change. The yearning of life.
But the darkness lingers yet.
The time of light is not upon us.
We are heading into Lent, the lengthening of days.
We are heading into the loss of life which miraculously turns into rebirth.
The earth renews itself, seeds germinate, blooms appear, tender shoots of grass thrust up through the mud toward the sun. The cries of babies, human and animal are heard.
In order to celebrate the birth, we must let go of the death.
We must embrace the cycle and with the earth's rotation and tilt we must lean toward the returning light.