Honey-scented blossom breezes. Sprouting vegetational variety. Trekking across our spongy lawn I am hopeful, curious. Surprises greet me as I visit my once asleep friends. "Who made it through winter?" They all did! Bursting buds between tired leaves, color bedecked shrubs, or up from the soil bulb leaves poke - hello! - and I'm there. Hello!
Discarding winter's inwardness my spirit delights to climb up, stretch toward the sun, the eternal sky, the warmth, just as do nature's spring beauties. Outwardness. A clean slate. Forgiveness and forgetting. Like a new bud, or a burst of heather I am renewed. Alive. Pulsing with thawed energy.