The Great Turning


I awake to a sun-filled dawn

first frosty, then warming

to coat-less by midday.

Deep breath…..


Each inhalation brings the smell of

thawing soil and microbes

busily breaking down the wet musty leaves.

The fragrance of trees aroused by the warmth,

sap rising,

pulsing through veins swelling buds

Such sweetness!


Overhead, a flock of geese arrive from the south

In their signature V

Passing by, perfectly formed

then undulating, as the lead bird falls back

bowing to its body’s fatigue

another taking up the charge in a primal ballet.

Circling like a plane on final approach

destination within sight, they descend.

I, too, journey to this time and this place

as if by some instinctual voice

calling me home.

I catch myself whispering to the wind

“What am I called to do?”

The wind rises, a chorus in the cattails

You are here

Are here


All around me the world is waking up from Winter’s slumber

On this day…

The Great Turning does not occur on a set date

prescribed long ago by some forgotten wise men in a far off land

 It occurs today.

Right here. Right now.

Who I am is not what I do but where I am at,

mind, body, spirit harmoniously aligned

with mother earth.

This wisdom reminds me of what truly matters




A communion meant to put aside my busyness

and be attentive to the fellowship of the moment,

To the bright sunlight

The smell of thawing earth

The cackle of geese

And the sweet taste of maple

as I lick its stickiness from my fingers.

If I am Here, in all of its fullness

then I am with God.

Nothing more is needed.

Blessed Be….

About acdissek

I am a soul traveling sister who is about to embark on a pilgrimage of discovery, whose destination and purpose is yet a mystery. Along the way I hope to meet other pilgrims, sharing stories and wisdom of the heart.
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2 Responses to The Great Turning

  1. Judith says:

    I was transported to East Aurora in the springtime. I could smell the spring air, hear the Canada geese, and feel the chill and thrill of a new dawning. Thanks Dear Ann.


  2. lissalayer says:

    This is such a sparkling and sensual treasure to find in my in-box upon arising this morning, Ann. It truly is the only “church service” that I needed on this Sunday morning… and I am reminded again about how Spirit moves, breathes and teaches in the exquisite sanctuary of nature. Thank you!


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