There is perhaps not a more inspiring time than spring. It’s every moment shouts at you to move, move towards what you want, move towards what you’ve been waiting for.
The impatient stems that push back against the earth and gravity and every other thing that pushes down. Even if they must strain against the snow, they will. Blooms greet you from the tree branches in the sky to the mounds of crocus at your feet. Even in the grocery store, we’re greeted by cheerful daffodils and tulips, gathered in bunches and held together with rubber bands.
These incessant, beautiful blooms know no bounds, neither heaven nor man made.
The wind has an urgency and a sweetness that it doesn’t have any other time of year. It smells of soft, dark earth and of melted snowstorms. And it’s strong. These prairie winds alone could thrust you towards your destiny if you’d let them.
And the sunshine that reminds you of its power and warmth. When you step out of the shade and feel the summer that’s to come. When it’s moved to shine through a different window than it did in January in order to paint rainbows across your table.
If a mere season, a coincidence of timing and space set in motion by loving force and will, is this determined, then shouldn’t we be as well?
