20/03/2026
Standing at the threshold | Spring Equinox Blessings!
This day is often named as balance—and it is. But to me, it feels like remembering. Remembering what it is to turn toward warmth.
A deep, body-held wisdom that knows how to receive light again—
through rain, through wind, through the slow return of warmth.
As Mary Oliver writes:
“I try to be good but sometimes
a person just has to break out and
act like the wild and springy thing
one used to be…”
There’s something about this moment that feels like standing at a threshold—
aware of who you’ve been,
aware of something stirring,
but not quite across into what comes next.
In the Celtic imagination, these are thin spaces—where the veil softens,
where the seen and unseen draw close.
Not only places, but moments. Seasons. Ways of paying attention.
And this is that kind of moment: not winter; not yet summer. Not darkness. Not the full stretch of light.
The Green Man is stirring—
leaf and vine unfurling,
the wild Earth beginning again.
And I find myself wondering…
Where am I in-between right now?
What is no longer what it once was, but not yet fully formed?
Where is that “wild and springy” life asking to come forward again?
No need to rush it. This is a season that moves differently—quietly, gently, almost beneath the surface.
But something is waking. And from this threshold, new paths begin to show themselves.
