submerging myself in springtime 🌻
This morning I woke up with the familiar, all knowing tickle of spring allergies in my nose. Recalling the date and remembering that tomorrow is the first day of spring, I checked the day’s weather: a disappointing high of 39 degrees.
Even with winter weather still lingering and holding on, the knowing that flowers are beginning to bloom, that birds are making their presence known, and that the sun is shining longer these days is a type of magic that can only be experienced in this transition from winter to spring.
Spring has always been my favorite season. There is a atmosphere of hope, a fuller aliveness in the world, and a feeling of rebirth that just doesn’t happen at any other time of the year. I was born on the 31st of this month and it always feels like a personal new year, one I much prefer than the official marker of the new year in January.
To know that I came into this world when nature was waking up from its winter hibernation marks my trip around the sun with a reminder to come alive myself. To start fresh, to see things with more possibility than ever before, and to believe in the ebb and flow of life on earth. I feel a hastiness to submerge myself in this feeling before it’s gone and I’m drenched in summer’s humidity.
When my family lived abroad, we spent one spring visiting the Tulip Festival in Amsterdam. I remember the glee we all felt seeing fields and fields of colorful tulips, as if it were a gift from Mother Nature for enduring another cold European winter. We’d shout the colors we saw driving past plains of living rainbows, and I remember spending our whole time in Holland keeping our eyes peeled for the elusive black tulips.
The tulip season, like spring itself, is short-lived. Dive in.
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Happy spring, friends 🌸
Meghan