It was a long winter here in the eastern Ontario highlands, and nights are still bracing, often hovering only a few degrees above freezing. It will be another week or so until colonies of bloodroot are well and truly up and blooming, but early specimens lift their heads in protected nooks here and there, and I discovered the first of the season yesterday.
The shy white bloomers with their golden centers are dear to my heart and something of a seasonal marker. Encountering these two glowing softly in their flickering, stone-warmed alcove, I felt like kneeling and kissing the dark fragrant earth where they made their home—they were that perfect. Ignoring creaky knees, down on the ground I went and stayed there for quite a while, nose to nose with the little wild wonders, feasting my eyes and attention and discovering another fragile blooming within.
It was one of those wild epiphanies I love so much, especially in springtime when the north woods are just coming to life, a moment of kensho, one of those fleeting intervals of quiet knowing and connection that I like to call "aha" moments. Forget the fancy stuff - this right here is the ground of my being.
Happy Beltane (or May Day), everyone. May there be light and blooming and fragrance in your own precious life, your own part of the great wide world.