At this recurring point in the seasonal cycle, the theme of resurrection returns to our minds, whatever our religious affiliation or lack of one. Things return to life around us, and perhaps will do so for a few more suncycles if we learn to take more care of our planet.
This week the Housemartins arrived back from their incredible journey, and are swooping about the place. I’ve already gone on too much about the primroses. In many belief systems, there are stories of a vegetation god, sacrificed and brought back, the embodiment of the agricultural and natural cycle of growth, decay and regrowth. Mithras, Mondamin, Osiris, to name a few. The verse below is from a Christian hymn, but I once quoted it in an essay for my course in Egyptian Archaeology in which I looked at the symbolism surrounding early agriculture and early religion in Egypt. The sense of joy it carries transcends cultures.
Now the green blade rises from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.