Be as the dormant seed, beginning to germinate in the desiccated trunk of its predecessor, full of potential and vibrant life.
Have you ever noticed, dear reader, how a an unbalanced, top-heavy thing is prone to collapsing? Some things are balanced by having a flat base on which to build, brick structures forming in orderly fashion. Some have a reasonably stable base and overall structure, but topple when the weather or environment changes.
Today is Easter, the time when in the Christian tradition, someone who was once presumed deceased is reborn into a new, but strikingly similar form. Yesterday was World Transgender Awareness Day, celebrating a community so often misunderstood, harassed, or ignored--a community whose very nature calls out in an expression of change, ideally able to embrace the individual's truest self. On the Spring Equinox, March 20, was Ostara, the transition between the hibernation and death of winter into the rebirth and new life of spring. I find it apt that all three of these events occur during a liminal period, not entirely one or the other--the dusk of one season and dawn of the next.