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Kusubiri Thaw

Ni kuhusu wakati huu katika muda mrefu wa majira ya baridi kwamba mimi kuanza ache kwa spring. Kufikia Machi, mimi huwa navutiwa kidogo na uzuri wa msimu wa baridi. Ingawa sala yangu na kutafakari huweka moyo wangu wazi kuona kupita kwa wakati na majira kwa macho ya shukrani, zaidi nataka tu siku za baridi ziishe. Wakati dunia inapoanza kuyeyuka, mara nyingi tunataka mchakato huo uharakishwe. Ninatamani maua angavu yanayovuma kwenye upepo wa masika na majira ya jioni yenye joto kwenye ukumbi.

Ingawa kutokuwa na subira kwa majira ya baridi ni binadamu tu, mimi husimama na kukumbuka hitaji la kusonga polepole kupitia wakati huu wa mwaka. Ikiwa tutaharakisha mabadiliko ya misimu katika asili na katika maisha yetu, tutajikuta tunakosa makali hayo kati ya majira ya baridi na majira ya kuchipua pamoja na masomo yake muhimu ya kufundisha.

Ni nini madhumuni ya asili na ishara katika wakati huu wa kuyeyuka? Ni katika sehemu hiyo kati ya kukata tamaa na matumaini kwamba tunapata uzuri wa thaw. Ni pale ambapo Uhai wa Ubunifu, au Mungu ukipenda, ana nguvu sana ndani yetu. Hapa ndipo pahali pa ujauzito ambapo tunaweza kuja hai katika utupu wa kutamani tulichopoteza na kile ambacho bado hatujajifungua kupokea. Thaw ni mahali penye rutuba panapowezekana. Kwa maneno ya msimu, huu ndio wakati ambapo mbegu ngumu hulainika kwa ajili ya kuota. Uwekaji tabaka ni neno la kitamaduni kwa mchakato wa kufungia na kuyeyusha ambao huondoa mbegu chini na kuitayarisha kwa maisha mapya. Bila kufungia na kuyeyusha, kiinitete cha mbegu hakitashinda usingizi na kuota. Ni mchakato huu mgumu wa kufa kwa utu wa zamani ambao husababisha mbegu kukuza nyufa kwenye ganda na kuisukuma kuelekea kwenye virutubishi na mwanga. Hatimaye, kutokana na ugumu huu huja uzuri wa maisha mapya.

Hadithi ya roho zetu sio tofauti sana. Tunapenda kustarehe na kwa kawaida tunajaribu kuweka mambo sawa. Lakini ikiwa tungebaki katika hali nzuri na rahisi, huenda tusiwe na msukumo mdogo wa kukua. Sio kwamba tunapaswa kujisikia hatia kwa kutafuta faraja; ni kwamba hata tujaribu vipi, mambo yatabadilika katika mizunguko ya faraja na usumbufu katika maisha yote. Ni jinsi mambo yalivyo. Kuyeyushwa ni wito wa "kutoka kwenye usingizi."

Kwa hivyo mwezi huu wa Machi, badala ya kuharakisha kuyeyusha, nitachukua muda wangu na kutambua kwamba haijalishi kuganda kunahisi ndani au kwa muda gani—kiroho au nyenzo—Fumbo la Uwepo wa Uumbaji liko pale katika kuyeyusha ili kutuita kwenye ukuaji mpya. Inasaidia kukumbuka kwamba makombora yetu magumu yanavunjwa wazi katika mambo magumu yanayotokea, na kwamba tunaweza kuchochewa kufikia virutubisho vya kiroho na nuru ya upendo wa dhati kabisa. Kumbuka, haijalishi ni muda gani mabadiliko yanaonekana kuchukua katika misimu au ndani yako, ikumbatie safari. Maisha mapya yanakuja.

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Mashairi matatu ya kitamaduni ambayo yanaangazia vipengele tofauti vya mpito kutoka majira ya baridi hadi majira ya machipuko...

Thaw

Niliona jua la umma likikausha machozi ya dunia -

Machozi yake ya furaha ambayo yalitiririka kwa kasi tu,

Ningetamani kuninyoosha kando ya barabara kuu,
Kuyeyuka na kuyeyuka kwa theluji inayoyeyuka,
Hiyo roho na mwili iliyochanganyika na wimbi,
Mimi pia naweza kupitia pores ya mtiririko wa asili.

Lakini mimi, ole wangu, wala kelele haziwezi kuwaka,
Nukta moja ya kupeleka mbele kazi kuu ya Wakati,
'Ni yangu kusikiliza wakati hawa wanapiga kelele,
Vivyo hivyo ukimya wangu na muziki wao utalia.

- Henry David Thoreau

Kabla ya kufikiria spring

Kabla ya kufikiria spring,
Isipokuwa kama dhana,
Unaona, Mungu abariki ghafla yake,
Mtu angani
Ya rangi za kujitegemea,
Hali ya hewa kidogo imevaliwa,
Tabia za kutia moyo
Ya indigo na kahawia.

Na vielelezo vya wimbo,
Kama wewe kuchagua,
Busara katika muda,
Kwa ucheleweshaji wa mashoga huenda
Kwa mti fulani bora
Bila jani moja,
Na hupiga kelele za furaha kwa mtu yeyote
Lakini ubinafsi wake wa kiserafi!

- Emily Dickinson

[theluji inayeyuka]


Theluji inayeyuka
na kijiji kimejaa maji
na watoto.

-- Kobayashi Issa, iliyotafsiriwa na Robert Hass

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Virginia May Drotar na mumewe Duane Drotar ni wasimamizi na waanzilishi wa Shadowbrook, jaribio linalochipukia, la kuleta mabadiliko katika ujenzi wa jamii, lililoko Ohio. Shadowbrook imekusudiwa watu wa njia zote, na kutoka asili zote, "ambapo ukimya na kivuli hufanya kazi, kubadilishana kwa pande zote na kuzaliwa upya kwa haki, na ustawi wa mtu mzima na huduma, huingiliana." Nia ya uongozi ya Shadowbrook kama wanavyoona ni, "kupanga vipawa na utaalam wetu mahususi katika shughuli ya pamoja ambayo ingenufaisha kila mmoja wetu na pia ulimwengu kwa ujumla. Tungefanya kazi kama incubator na patakatifu, tukiwaalika wengine wanaotaka kuchangia, wakati huu wa umbali wa kijamii na utengano, kwenye jaribio la pamoja ambalo huchukua hatua kwa ujasiri kuunda utamaduni wa uhusiano ambao umetukwepa."

Siku ya Alhamisi, (leo!) Mei 25 saa 1:30 PM PST, jiunge na mduara wa karibu na Virginia na Duane ili kupata maelezo zaidi kuhusu safari yao ya pamoja, matarajio na mipango yao ya Shadowbrook. RSVP na maelezo zaidi hapa.

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Kristin Pedemonti Mar 25, 2021

Here's to embracing the edge between winter and spring and presence to all it can teach. ♡

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Ashley Mitchell Mar 27, 2018

"It is this difficult process of dying to the old self which causes the seed to develop cracks in the shell and impels it to move toward nutrients and light. "

I love this line. It is relatable and authentic. I recently started growing tulips in clear jars with river rocks and noticed the cracks in the bulb. My impatience wanting to see the pretty red pedals (symbolizing the coming of spring) is strong but I realize that I should be happy with the crack in the bulb, that it's trying and it longs for the light and nutrients. Not only is this line relatable to plant-life, but also fauna. How many times does a snake shed its skin? A butterfly sheds its cocoon? You need to have darkness to appreciate light, you need to have rain to appreciate the sunshine and it's those in-between times that make the anticipation and the final destination great.

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Kati Mar 26, 2018

What an inspiring piece. Thank you.

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Tracey Kenard Mar 26, 2018

Beautiful!!!

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Patrick Watters Mar 26, 2018

❤️

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Jude Mar 26, 2018

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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James Lang Smith Mar 26, 2018

Winter Song

I was there
that day when
winter died
and no-one cried

the crows perhaps
who knows
the crows
they know

the daffodils
they swayed
they swayed
upon the grave

the song bird
song
sung the morning
sung the morning long

And I cried
that no-one cries
when winter
dies

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Jude Mar 26, 2018

Vic needs a Spring antidote.

[in Just-]
By E. E. Cummings
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's
spring
and

the

goat-footed

balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee

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vic smyth Mar 26, 2018

Yes, I love the season when insects come out. When I can perspire and smell like a farm animal. And the aroma of freshly cut grass and exhaust fumes from my lawnmower. I love winter. I'm always saddened to see it fade into Spring.