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Those first few days of Spring warm the heart. It is a joyful time, a time of rebirth and growth. The landscape slowly begins to show color. Buds appear on the trees, the grass greens and the birds begin to return. Life emerges from the frozen ground, the air is filled with song. Creativity can emerge like the Spring, warming the spirit with its excitement These early stirrings need to be protected against a late frost so we start gently. Pulling back the compost, exposing the roots again, mindful of how delicate those first shoots can be, we are careful in our labors.
I have just been through a long winter of the spirit. There were very dark nights and cold like I have never experienced before, but the season is beginning to change and I feel hope again. I wandered through my life like a dream, searching for what only an awakened spirit can perceive and finding only illusions. But the season is definitely changing and I feel an awareness of life and my connection to it that exists outside the storyline in my mind. I have hope again. Too early to see what new forms will emerge, excited by the prospect, I sit quietly and feel alive.