With a sudden jubilant burst of sunny glory, spring arrives, and all around new sprouts of green, tinkling flower bells, lauging children, singing birds, life in all its astonishing forms can be felt rising and reaching towards the future. And it is this vital energy which has co-created with me, spinning itself into this last and first of the story teller's seasonal stories.
(You can find the stories for winter, autumn and summer in the previous posts)
At the edge of her burrow mama rabbit shows them a small bunny, too floppy to hop, and the story teller bends to see, a thorn and redness on a tiny paw.
Gathering the this littlest one to her heart, the story teller leads the way to the old evergreen.And there with his back in the tree they find the green healer and they hear him too, fluting a conversation with the birds.