A spell for the Spring Equinox

it has passed, but I am just feeling its tug

I can’t praise Loving Corrections highly enough. It’s the sort of book I want get 10 copies of and hand out to people as I meet them; the person at my apartment building’s front desk, the mail carrier, the fellow that replaces the water at the studio, the woman who cuts my unruly hair. Ordinary people that I encounter lightly but repeatedly. That with the exchange of this book our very ordinariness would be shifted, upleveled and new conversations or exchanges could exist in the little microcosm of my day-to-day world. We are world-makers. These are the investments we forget are needed.

You are part of my microcosm.

There are so many people. And yet this moment, this forum, these words here join us, the you and the me, across space and time as we share an idea, an intention towards new perspectives.

So here is a spell to cast over our small world of expanding ideas. Share it out as you will. Read it aloud. Write it out. Fold it and put it under a stone as an offering. A potency. A spell…. isn’t that the best of words - magical and impossible and somehow childish and yet so powerful and something I can reclaim, use, and feel from my littlest self to the elder I’ll become.

A Spell for the Spring Equinox by adrienne marie brown

Let us remind the world

How many shades of green there are

How, together, we look like life itself

How tender the dirt gets in spring

Let us burst open, one multitudinous bud

Unfurled by that internal pressure of petal

Ripe, yes, and soft

You will learn to inhale us

Let us punch up from the earth, a lava

Bright and abundant dreams of tomorrow

Flowing molten and free

Turning ignorance to ash

Let us act like we got some roots

Know that we are held deeply

Even as we dance towards the golden breast of the sun

Life delectable again

Let us remind ourselves

That life moves ever towards life

This is the season of our nectar

Beloveds, this is the season worth the sting

Go well. Get some sun. Have a good laugh. There is more to come.