Green is back! Not the full verdant mantle across the tree tops but a yellow-green lightening the fields from one end of the county to the other, heralding a return of the living to our Winter-long monochromatic landscape. Snow Geese have returned from their southern haunts, along with their friends the Dabbling Ducks, flocks of Red-breasted Robins too, cocking their heads from side to side on the ready for any worm to show its soft body under the softening earth. I can’t imagine better news to share.

My bike came out of hibernation just this week and after tires were inflated I took my first glorious ride under the cobalt sky along the sweetest path meandering along side a swift river only beginning to show its Spring swells. There are still feet of snow on the ridge along the mountain tops but down below there is the rush of water under each bridge I pedal across. Rejoice it calls to us, the slow melt has begun. It’s Spring.

I find it impossible if not downright rude to not dismount and stand in reverence on this maiden ride: all around me the world bursts with the living sounds. Joy made visible and audible and in every way tangible. We slip into this immersion happily.

Take a listen for yourself.

Stepping outside on these Spring days are reason enough to chant a mighty hallelujah!

Although this may appear to be a superficial and cheery post, I don’t wish to minimize the suffering felt in many pockets on our tiny Earth; from unjust wars to horrific famine to the loss of habitats needed for basic survival, we are indeed in dark times. Amongst such temporal pain, it is hard to hold one’s head high above the fray, but in my mind we must, if only to believe in the hallelujah days which also illuminate our green tiny Earth.