Welcome to the April / May Spring Issue, honoring the Divine Feminine, Women, Mothers, the Earth and Rebirth
by Neil and Andrea
Personally, I am reminded of the abundance of feminine love and nurturance I have been blessed with all my life — from my Mom, Grandmother, and Aunt/Godmother, the gift of a daughter, and every day with my wife, Andrea.
Domenick shares his connection to the season:
Spring arrives like it always does — flowers pushing through, birds returning, trees shaking off winter. Most years I move past it without a second thought. But sitting down to write this forced me to slow down, and once I did, something shifted. The ordinary became remarkable. Change. Growth. Life. I found myself sitting with a quiet, unexpected gratitude for a cycle I had taken for granted my entire life. Mother Nature has been good to us. It is only fair we are good back.
This spring hit differently. Maybe because this time, I have skin in the game. My daughter is about to give birth to her second set of twins. Thinking about that fills my mind with thought and my heart with feeling. She is doing something I never can — something ancient, something extraordinary. She is living proof of what the divine feminine truly means: not a concept, but a force.
That force — the one that grows life, that surrenders to it, that moves in cycles rather than straight lines — is everywhere in spring. It is in the intuition of roots finding water. It is in the quiet knowing of a seed in darkness, not yet visible, already becoming. It is empathy and creativity and flow. It is the willingness to receive, to allow, to trust that what is needed will arrive in time. It is my daughter, carrying two lives inside her, calm and certain in a way I find myself in awe of.
Spring does not force itself into being. It arrives through cooperation — warmth and water and soil working in quiet agreement. That is the essence of the feminine principle: not weakness, but a different and deeper kind of power. The power of patience, of care, of building something sustainable rather than fast. Of choosing life, again and again.
This spring, I am paying attention. I am grateful for the flowers and the returning birds. But more than anything, I am in awe of the woman my daughter has become — and the lives she is about to bring into this world.
Peace All-ways,
