“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke
With winter now gone, it's quiet, cold, dormancy left behind on the page we just turned, there is room for a new season to make its way in, bringing with it a fresh beginning.
Spring is the first season of a brand new year, and offers up an opportunity to start again, with a clean slate. It symbolizes vitality, the process of birth and re-birth, and that aspect of creation that is vibrant and colorful and alive.
It offers new life to grow out of old life that has passed away but is not forgotten; it offers young tender buds and crisp new blooms a chance to open up out of the silence of the past season, where life took a break and slumbered deeply, undisturbed by the sparse sunlight.
Now, the birds chirp and sing once again, and create their nests to lay their eggs and raise their young...
Now, the air hangs gloriously and deliciously thick and heavy with the sweet scent of orange blossoms, honey, and jasmine...
Now, the sun shows its golden face more boldly, even through the rain clouds that roll in, say "hello", and pass through on their way to another place.
Spring is the season in which we are meant to create new hopes and dreams to manifest in the upcoming months; it is a season in which we lay down our old ways in order to experience the next level of our personal evolution and grow brilliantly and fantastically like wildflowers in an open field.
And it teaches us to respect and honor the season which we have just come out of, the one that has informed us richly and deeply, and prepared the ground from which the tender young sprout that is this present moment grows out of.
And so the cycle of life begins again...
What once was passes away, but not before informing and nourishing what is now, and what is yet to come.
Spring is like a child that is exuberant and untamed in its ways, full of energy and vigor, and bursting with fresh life.
But may that child not be allowed to be ignorant of the past season from whence it came, the one that gave itself up and withered away so that spring's new buds may flourish abundantly.
Taste what's good and pass it on.