Recharging at the Primal Pump

Good Morning Our Patient Friends,

After almost a year of hibernation in our grief, we hear the call again. Just a chirp and a gurgle at first, but soon the chorus of peepers begins, echoing through the meadows and woodlands of Singing Bridge. Mom, after many quiet moments of sitting out on the meadow bench, said: “did you hear that?” At first, it was just a solo “kwerk” and then, as if eggs were hatching, another almost duck-like “kwweeeerk,” and then a gurgle, and by Monday afternoon, the chorus of peepers had begun.

As we navigate the last frosty patches clinging to our meadows – trembling in their friction before releasing into flow to fill our sacred vernal pools in the pastures below – we hear the Peepers calling. Their tiny voices, like whispers from the earth itself, beckon us to find our courage to confront our own cold storage and embrace the promise of new beginnings. They're the ultimate cheerleaders of the natural world, spreading resilient joy and a rallying cry to revive our life force despite it all.

Emerging from hibernation is not easy (just ask the Peepers whose bodies literally go into deep freeze in the winter months). When the world no longer makes sense, hiding in the woods is practically an art form here. If you need an excuse to clear a trail, hug a tree, or fix a fence and avoid feeling exposed without answers and vulnerable, we’ve got you covered. We understand why Eliot described April as the cruelest month and Larkin suggests spring can bring a renewal of pain. We do feel how each of us expends energy defending our narratives, burying our deepest hurts, the constant energy of holding "it" in. And we also feel in this great primal pulse of spring how release is in reach and how what may have had us in hiding can be rechanneled into new sparkle and energy to feed our ongoing journey. 

So as we witness the peepers' triumphant return, let's take a lesson from their playbook. Let's thaw out our own frozen hearts, shed our winter woes, and embrace the warmth of spring. For amidst the debris, darkness and despair — we find our sacred pools shivering with glimmers of hope — reminding us that love and renewal are always within reach.

Here's to the Peepers, the unsung heroes of spring, whose primal symphony of longing reminds us the love force is strong within each of us and to emerge from our own cold storage with renewed vigor and purpose.