Archive | March, 2013

Awakening from Winter’s Fallow

6 Mar

 

It happens every year.  Days warm, skies lighten, promising winter’s end, taunting us to remember bursts of color awakening as each day expands, exhaling a few more minutes of sunshine.

Nature is stirring from winter’s fallow, about to transform spindly fragile limbs into pillars of ‘the community’, hosting playful squirrels and hungry bugs.  Like so many miracles, we just can’t see it yet.

We need a reminder that grass needs to rest in Brooklyn's Prospect Park

We need a reminder that grass needs to rest in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park

A tree's naked identity without hiding behind her springtime green finery!

A tree’s naked identity without hiding behind her springtime green finery!

I pass trees exposed.  I call it their ‘naked identity’ or who they are without any accoutrements or embellishments.  To my naked eye, they’re still caught in the ‘dead of winter’:  which is nothing about death.

  It’s my reminder for these next few weeks: nothing is what it seems.

Is there a who hiding/hanging in this tree?  It's true, you just never know....

Is there a who hiding/hanging in this tree? It’s true, you just never know….

Nature’s tall warriors, trees, deserve fallow or recovery time.  Imagine what a grand – but exhausting – time they have all spring and summer, courting pollinators, hosting scavengers, nesting predators and protecting prey while offering shade and a respite to the sun-weary.

Most notably, effortlessly and symbiotically, they alchemize oxygen out of our exhaustive carbon-dioxide.

Recovery time is a gift.  Nature as introvert draws strength from within:  it’s taking off make-up and burrowing in sweats after a period of intense socializing.  Down time is about self-care, and regenerating resources to do it all again with gusto.

Trees stay rooted no matter what.  It's a gift of survival and one i'd like to master!

Trees stay rooted no matter what. It’s a gift of survival and one i’d like to master!

Unlike a text, nature is doesn’t appear or change instantaneously.   Cells don’t update at fios speed.  Creating something new and life affirming takes time to process, plan, and put it all together.

This hibernation time for trees is one of gentle activity, incubating new life, waiting to receive the message that it’s ‘show time’ again.  Because spring can’t do it alone – those blooms about to burst, are not a solo act.  It’s about teamwork.  Preparations begin with the decomposition crews ‘hired’ in the fall to sort out last year’s bounty.

Nature is an ingenious economy, recycling and reusing discarded material with full employment:    Everyone’s got a role, a niche, a job.  

Even the Bryant Park Carousel takes a rest!

Even the Bryant Park Carousel takes a rest!

Of course it’s all about the timing.  Spring is a ‘just-in-time’ new beginning promising:

  • The past is no predictor of present/future success,
  • The present is a sign of strength and resilience,
  • Imperfection is not failure.

And that dark, meaningless void beneath the surface is opportunity.

One of the many reasons I love spring…

Back to trees and their nakedness.  We all have – no we all NEED – times of fallow, when we feel we’ve exhausted our value, energy, strength, and ability to contribute.  Sometimes we need to just be while  flaunting our naked (true) identity.  Just be sure to dress before you leave the house!

There’s great value in rest.  And doesn’t all of livingkind need that?

How do you regenerate and build up strength?

A sign of the miracles to come:  a musician warming up to spring

A sign of the miracles to come: a musician warming up to spring

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