There is something spectacular about the first day in spring where you can fling the windows open and let the sunshine in to warm winter from the corners of the home. We’ve been throwing seeds into our garden and thrashing the old patch down to mulch the earth for the new seasons vegetables. We’ve been walking a lot, we’ve been doing a lot of yoga and meditating in the sunshine. I’ve been running the winter from my bones in-between work meetings and finding a work life balance that just never seems possible when it’s too cold. We’ve been sitting on the front steps listening to the radio in track pants with warm cups of tea between our knees.
I find something unbearably hopeful about the beginning of Spring. It seems as if everything is possible once more. Inspiration comes back with vigour. People venture outside and find each other again, making connections and growing stronger relationships. I get to spend lazy days off in the sun with my favourite people and our little people and good food and good conversation about the world and the heart and everything in between. It reminds me how good we have it and how much we have to offer those who have not. Let us open our windows, our doors and our hearts to the world around us and do everything we can to continue to strive for the just world I know is possible.
Spring… bringing hope and warmth and flowers and in our neighbourhood a surplus of foraged mulberries.
Purple fingers, lips and warm hearts for all.