Liminal transition Hello friend, I have always been an enthusiastic fan of February here in the Catskills. To me it is one of the great unsung liminal times. Although astronomically Spring here in the northern hemisphere does not start until March 20th climatological spring starts on March 1st. Here we start the month with the bitter cold of the deep winter but by the end its usually a free for all where anything can happen. We have subzero days and days in the 50s. We see rain, snow, ice, clouds, sun, high winds, dead calms, thaws, and freezes. Local streams start to break up and the land and more than human world starts to ease out of winter’s deep slumber. The treacherous boilerplate hard ice that the month started with will be slush in many places by the end. Our cats Peme, Mema, Phish, and Chief, who have been little more than warm, fuzzy lap lumps for months, have started making short forays around the yard but soon return inside to the warmth of the windowsill. Not quite ready to wander the world in the curious, aloof way that a cat is wont to. This transition from the bitter winter cold and ice to milder defrosting is something I look forward to each year. It is not that that I do not like the winter months, they are extremely beautiful, but the returning of the warmth and increasing daylight are palpable reminders that what has been resting is gathering energy to burst from dormancy in a vibrant display. We spent the beginning and middle of the month with the trecenas of Kan/Serpent and Tijax/Flint. A trecena is a 13-day week in the Mayan calendar and each trecena is named for the energy glyph that the week starts on. Kan and Tijax both have strong associations with the telluric energy of Mother Earth. We moved into the Trecena of B’atz/Monkey on the 23rd. The Weaver of time. How fitting as this is an energy of new threads and patterns being woven into the fabric of our lives. Unlike the curious aloofness of my feline companions Monkey has an innocent flavor to its curiosity. An open wonder that looks at existence as a canvas and ponders what to create. As winter is closing and spring is setting in, perhaps this is a ripe time to do as Monkey. What do you have in your internal landscape that has been resting this winter? What dormant seed do you hold that is just now beginning to rouse at the beckoning of the increasing light and warmth ahead? How do you plan to paint the canvas before you and what experiences will be the colors? From my Heart to Yours, Christopher T. Franza OMEC Board of Directors  |
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