Spring has always been my least favorite season. Living in the Pacific Northwest, spring often feels like a bitter continuation of months of rain and dreariness. I spend a lot of spring just waiting for summer.
But this year has been different. We’ve had blue sky and relative warmth. With my second vaccine shot scheduled for next week, I sense the end of social isolation and the possibility for new connections and opportunities. I’ve found myself better noticing the things coming to life around me: starts in the garden, flowers petals in the streets, rabbits around the yard, a newfound sense of openness in others.
I often judge my life like I’ve judged spring – focused on the gray, forgetting to notice the abundance sprouting up all around, forgetting that the rain feeds the garden. What possibility, beauty, and warmth have I forgot to notice?