Spring always works for me as a cleaning agent of emotions. It’s the time I feel flooded with gifts and vibrate with desire to give back the offering. Spring is the time of the year when it’s most clear to me that I have one true desire: to be as fertile as the world around me.
I have my favourite spots in spring: places where I can identify most emphatically with the desire for fertility that now is in the world. There is the small, untended plot behind the school around the street corner, where in late March the earth fills with the shy yellow stars of pilewort, followed quickly by the ...
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