Dear Friends ~ Spring! the season of budding, sprouting, birth. The time when we see, smell, and touch the miraculous: the astounding gift of nature's regeneration. In the frisson of happiness at the sight of snowdrops and forsythia, in our leaping spirits and rising hope, we know our love for this Earth. Why else would we feel such joy? Or grief at the ongoing loss of so much? But perhaps that joy and grief arise from a deeper knowing. What if we recognized that our separation from nature was a tragic, lonely illusion? That our true nature was to be one with All Beings? What if some intuitive part of ourselves understood that we were walking on, breathing in, gazing upon, and living within the Soul of the World? Then nature is more than beauty to behold, more even than a vibrant creation. Suddenly we are speaking of Belonging and of Mystery and of what Nan Merrill called, simply, "Love".
The wise ones, the poets and bards, sing out of this knowing, and the melody returns to us in luminous cadence and poetry. May these refresh your spirit in a springtime shower of encouragement. ~ Lindsay
We have reached that waypoint when, as Earth's wild inhabitants awaken and emerge, we (the small staff of Friends of Silence) ask again for your help in nurturing the Letter to continued budding and bloom. As you are encouraged, may you reach out to encourage others through the ongoing offering of our modest, but oh-so-powerful, Letter. Please use the enclosed envelope to send what you can. Keep the Letter coming to you and to all you hold dear.
Bob, Joy, Kate, Lindsay, Mary Ann, and Todd