Modified on: February 28, 2018

Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.

“Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.”

– Federico García Lorca, Romance Sonámbulo

What is our deep longing, the desire that presses up within us, the desire so strong it could break us open?

Spring has come, and all around us the earth is awakening in beauty and fecundity. Spring is a great opening, a reaching out, a bright current coursing through all things, shoots pressing up through the ground, green unfolding toward light. Spring is desire, the pressure of life to thrive, millions of beings risking an end to flourish in a beginning.

At Lea Sharpton’s rambunctious memorial this past week, her Dixieland jazz band trumpeted a swing version of “Happy Birthday” to celebrate Lea’s 90th. A birthday party at a memorial service: that is more than a celebration of life—that is desire, pressing to live, bursting to thrive, exploding with color and vitality. And did that band ever.

Lorca’s poem is the song of a man separated by death, longing to embrace his love once more.
Lea’s song shook the walls of our Sanctuary, bursting through all limits, pressing so strong that it would not be stopped.

For we who are here now, living this beginning again, this electric-bright Spring flowing through us, in this awakening moment—

What is the longing within us, surging, so strong it could break us open?

Like Lea’s song: no limits. Break open. Live. Thrive.

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