I’m a woman of the seasons… Summer I splash in the water and bask in the sun; Autumn I focus and move with the falling, crunching leaves; Winter I wrap the blankets tight as reflection chills; then Spring…
Spring, I love you… Spring, the chirps return with songbirds flitting about, the soaking of scents from forest reflections, the promise of beauty excites, the doors open to fresh air refreshing my home, my spirit opens to fresh life budding within.
There’s something about spring that renews hope for me, after the chill of death and winter, the budding of life surrounds… hope, promise, expansive, excitement, energy, life! This winter season has been more death with all the good-byes and letting goes, as past seasons fade away. How long can one say good-bye? How long will I be asked to let go? How long does death sting?
This change of season is challenging me… will I let go of death? will I let go of foreboding? will I let life emerge? will I expect the worse? will I expect hope and the best? Changing seasons… will I flow?
Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away, for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree ripens its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. song of solomon 2:10-13
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