Here in the magnificent Pacific Northwest, the last few days have been a falling back and forth between seasons, a wild gyration between the tomb of winter and the fresh life of spring. Nature reminds us, as she does every year, that the interplay between death and life is vital, regular, and right. This transitionary time mirrors the inner transitions we all hold that contain loss and hope, despair and returning life. Again, and again, and again.
In the Christian tradition, Holy Week remembers and contains this cyclical story of the soul. On this day, the first day of Holy Week this year, I would like to offer you this lovely passage from John O’Donohue as he brings us into transitionary awareness: