I love the lesson the seasons keep teaching me – the constant reminder that even though life moves into dark and apparently dead periods, the flowers always push themselves back up through the ground after the chill, the leaves come back, the birds start singing again, the light returns: the world comes back to life again and again. It is resilient. And we can be too.
~ words written to a friend recently
It’s been a difficult winter. The hardest one I can ever remember actually, without meaning to sound too dramatic. But, like a little miracle: spring has arrived. I’ve been counting down the days and it’s here (outside my window there’s a single, skinny daffodil bobbing in the wind). Thank God for it. So, hello again. I will return to this writing corner a little more frequently these coming weeks. Tell me, what are some things you’re most looking forward to this season?*
(*A few of mine: the first birthday party of a tiny precious person – my heart has grown three sizes for her this year. The feel of (Portuguese) sunshine on my cheeks in May. Going to meet my book-group and it *not* being dark when we say our goodbyes. The sound of lawn-mowers. The moment it becomes warm enough to eat lunch on the back steps again. The taste of strawberries, plumbs, peaches…)