It's been a while since we wrote our blog. My excuse, if I need one, is that my novel has occupied and satisfied the writing space in my life. But it's finally Spring and like the ducks and geese and all the other creatures who are in a flurry of activity with the coming of this season, I feel a little boost of energy, in spite of my lungs having bronchitis.I was thrilled to watch three red cardinals, two males and one female having playfully, serious interactions about mating and territory by the koi pond a few days ago and knew the vigor of Spring was beginning to burst forth.
Every season is wonderful and it seems no time at all since the yard was covered in snow and Chanel, who was born and raised in Illinois and loves the cold weather, came into the house looking like a snowman (or snowdog) after sitting outside for several hours, by choice. Those were the days when I looked from the inside out, watching the calming flakes make everything pure. Winter feels like a time of purification, of reflection into ourselves, a time when we die to our "sins" and wait in patience for the time of renewed life.
And here it is, a new beginning. Spring is a good time for forgiveness of ourselves and others so we can leave behind some of the darkness that has dulled our energies, dragging us down, and we can make that opening for the light to come in. And, as if to remind us, lightness is all around. We are blessed with longer days and warmer temperatures that delight our hearts, unless we are the ones who will have to mow the grass that has suddenly begun to grow. The cherry blossoms, which seem to arrive overnight, bring brightness to the streets and gardens and never fail to receive a gasp of joy from me. The daffodils are bursting forth and there is a sense of anticipation of the newness to come.
Our creativity, that might have been silenced by winter's dormancy, is chomping at the bit. On the large pond by our house, such energy is made manifest by fluffy new baby ducks and geese but for us it might be expressed by going to the garden store for a flat of pansies to add a special splash of color to the slowly greening yard. For others, Spring cleaning, which I regard as much overrated, might come to mind or a new project that you have been brewing all winter. But whatever creative process you choose, whether great or small, make sure it feels light and joyful.
Spring reminds that all things are fresh and new when we bring that attitude to all aspects of our life. It can help us "reset" ourselves so that "chores" become moments of truly caring for our home and we look for times to bring gladness to the hearts of all who enter our lives. We are given the opportunity to mend that which is broken both within and without as we open out hearts to newness of life.
But there is nothing perfect about the rush of Spring. It comes in fits and starts and seems wonderfully haphazard and messy. Here, the beautiful sunshine has been dampened by glorious Spring rains that bring much needed water. But, following in its wake come the weeds, crowding out the plants we had hoped to see instead. It is all perfectly imperfect and frustrating, just like us.
So, enjoy this new season and all that it offers, and enjoy yourself, with all your perfect imperfection. You don't have to be perfect to be perfect. The thing that is perfect is the beauty of the process of growth and change that flows in the Springtime place of us and radiates forth to change the world one tiny little bit with its commitment to love, kindness, peace and joy.
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