Do you celebrate March 21st?

For millennia, the Equinox has been a pivotal day in the yearly cycle of humans and nature, when the rhythmic dance of light and dark are of equal measure.

The creative force is alive and LOVE is in the air.You can plant flowers, write a poem, honor a sacred space, dance around a bonfire, meditate in nature, have tantric sex with intention (if you’re married to Sting).

Those who are out of touch with natural rhythms and life’s divine mysteries do nothing to mark the day. They have simply forgotten how to play the grand chess board of life to their advantage, where polar opposites merge in wholeness.

It’s 60 and sunny this lovely Equinox Day. Mother Nature is bursting at the seams…popping and buzzing, chirping and opening exponentially. What better way to celebrate than to breeze through this wondrous landscape to Wirtshaus Frohsinn, drink beer and eat Wienerschnitzel.

The ride to the beer garden in Buggensegel takes 40 minutes through manicured apple orchards, fields waiting for a crop, rounded hillocks rumored to be ancient Pagan sites. Order and competence reign over this German land. Church spires from neighboring villages punctuate the sky. Nature has been tamed but the layout is so beautifully crafted. The buds are tight on the trees, yet the narcissus and daffodils are blooming. There are bunches of pastel primroses coming up randomly in people’s yards. Unicorn food.

The place is quiet on a Tuesday afternoon; I’ve just missed the lunch crowd with the local tradesmen who come in for a quick pork knuckle or a mound of meat salad. The sun is shining down on the outdoor beer garden. It seems barren only because the Sycamore trees that provide shade from summer heat haven’t leafed out. Thick polished wooden benches and solid tables from Allgäuer forests hold a party of 8 easily. I slide into a nice spot, my usual go-to bench and unofficial Stammtisch. It doesn’t get better than this and I never tire of it. The chickens are scratching across the road and cruising around, young lambs bleat for their mothers at a nearby farm, the one that supplies the lamb on the menu.

Jordanka skips over to me beaming. She gives me a big hug, bear in mind Germans don’t skip anywhere unless they’re under five years old. “Where have you been…you just get back?” the 5-ft Cuban asks me in an accent thick as dulce con leche. She is always trying to get me to go Salsa dancing with her. Tonight there’s a Latin party in Markdorf. “I’m out of practice, Jordanka,” I plead.  “All you need to do is dress sexy and that’s it. Du kommst, Ja?”

So what is a Cuban salsera doing in the middle of Swabian farm country? She and her 8-year old daughter are the consequence of a German engineer on holiday in Cuba. I’ve seen this scenario a few times here. It never works out. The immediate attraction of polar opposites soon turns into a Fukushima meltdown. That’s how it is and that’s how she ended up here. She brings a lot of energy and love to the beer garden.

I’m flipping through a Swiss Air Magazine stopping to admire the advertisement for Wellendorff rings. The ad headline pops out at me “Today is the best day to enjoy life and love.” Now a ring can’t make you enjoy life and love more, it’s only a symbol and a sales pitch to get you to spend a few thousand Euros. The tricky part is creating that happy, loving feeling in your daily attitude without the ring. Are you wanting and lacking or happy and loving? That’s the $64,000 question. Live life with gratitude and you will be rewarded with pleasure. Yeah sure, but it’s not that easy. My first beer arrives and I’m happy for the moment. It delivers ephemeral elation.

I’m in the act of doing it right now. Enjoying these simple moments. Playing with Jordanka, feeling the warm kiss of spring sun on my cheek and gratitude for this beer.

Jordanka always wants to know if I have a boyfriend and I never have good news. But this time, I do. Yes, just this morning, I broke up with someone.

“Only three months with him…? Well, you forget him by tomorrow morning, Chica!”

That’s springtime in Germany.