It has been an unusually long winter here in the north, and nights in the highlands have been cold, sometimes hovering only a few degrees above freezing. It will be another week or so until colonies of bloodroot and trout lilies are well up and thinking about blooming, but a single protected specimen of bloodroot lifts its head here and there, and I found the first one of the season this week.
The shy white bloomers with their golden hearts are something of a seasonal marker for me. When I encountered this one glowing softly in a flickering stone-warmed alcove, I could have gotten down on my creaky knees and kissed the good dark earth - the bloom was that perfect. Down I went for a closer view, and I stayed for a while, feasting my eyes and attention and discovering another fragile blooming somewhere within.
Along came one of those wild epiphanies I cherish so much, especially in springtime when the north woods are coming to life again. It was a moment of kensho, one of those fleeting intervals of quiet knowing that I like to call "aha" moments. Forget the fancy stuff - this right here is the ground of my being.
A very happy Beltane (or May Day) to everyone. It is raining steadily here, but may there be light and blooming and fragrance in your own part of the world.