feet over fire
So I’ve always celebrated the first day of Spring,
as a reawakening from the long dark months of winter.
Upon meeting Mohamed,
I’ve learned of the celebration of Norooz,
the Persian New Year (& their Mothers Day!)
which occurs on the Spring Equinox.
Of all of his family’s holidays,
Norooz is the holiday I feel the most included;
partly because I’ve always celebrated this day,
and as an older tradition, it’s less directly tied to religion.
Newer to me is the Persian tradition of Chaharshanbe Suri,
(which translates to Red Wednesday, relating to the redness of the fire
& is an astrological ritual of ancient Zoroastrian origin)
a fire-jumping ritual performed on the last Wednesday before Norooz,
symbolizing the purification and release of the past year.
As our first Spring with a home of our own,
I felt it necessary to perform the ceremony on our land;
in particular, we’re burning away a stump from a dead old sapling,
(a remnant from the previous owners and their will on the land)
to create a more open garden space to plant our artichokes.
Mohamed and I each jumped while holding Marmalade,
and I did a series of jumps with Nutella,
and a few more holding both Marmalade and Nutella.
Jumping over past troubles,
reminded me of jumping hurdles,
not escaping but moving forward.
Preparing for Spring has always been a time of reflection.
This year I’ve been very conscious of our mild weather;
remembering Springtime snowstorms (& “mud season”s)
in many of the places I have lived.
(My freshman year at RISD, when we had over 4 feet/1.5 meters of snowfall on April 1st,
& cold & slushy Springs in Boston, Vermont & New Hampshire;
& even in Austria, where we had a heavy, wet snowstorm late last April,
dumping slush all over Spring’s flowering bulbs.)
No, I don’t miss it.
I enjoyed the frosty mornings here in January,
but by the end of the month I was ready for
the winter wonderland to melt and Spring to start.
I’ve also been thinking about Springtimes I’ve spent in warmer climates:
in Cordoba, Spain, in Egypt and Bahrain, and in Calabria, Italy,
by far my favorite, (with the wild asparagus, wild fennel, & farmers’ bounty)
until now, having ground to nurture ourselves,
ground to lovingly tend and help it bear fruit.
And speaking of fruit,
today we found more berry bushes for sale,
and happily acquired eight (5 blueberries & 3 raspberries),
a no-brainer since each of the bushes are cheaper than a pint of berries.
So we will be busy planting berries while Marmalade is in school tomorrow.
Preparing for our New Year next week.