Yesterday I took my camera with me when I went for my first round of golf for this new season. There was no evidence of green yet in the semi-desert hills at the golf course. The only signs of spring were a few clumps of crocus plants and open water on the river-lake. In spite of the browns and the golds and the grays, the prairie crocus speaks of hope, of promise that life does arise out of the darkness of winter. All of this is a gift of the sun, the warmth of the sun, the regenerative power of the sun. As Jung states:
Sol in alchemy is much less a definite chemical substance than a “virtus,” a mysterious power believed to have a generative and transformative effect. Just as the physical sun lightens and warms the universe, so, in the human body, there is in the heart a sunlike arcanum from which life and warmth stream forth. (CW vol. 7, “The Personification of Opposites”, paragraph 113)
Symbols. The crocus is a symbol of rebirth, of spring, of hope, of a coming warmth. As well, spring is about change and transformation – nothing will be the same. Transformation is about moving forward, becoming more conscious, more aware as we move out of the darkness and the cold.