So many first days of Spring! So many chances to start anew. The first bud break; the equality of day and night that comes with the equinox; the day we are able to balance eggs on end (apparently); the day we emerge from our hibernations… I just know that whatever the science, I feel great in Spring.
Spring is always a joyful surprise, a delight. Where summer often disappoints, autumn quietly savoured, and winter endured, Spring is so alive, so pressing; the very word is alive, a powerful, springy noun-verb.
Spring is a reminder that we all work to natural rhythms, circadian, seasonal, diurnal, hormonal, moody, mardy, monthly…. Nature unashamedly embraces these cycles, while we try to battle them with SAD lamps and vitamin D and self medication in the form of chocolate, or wine. Nature teaches me that life is about not balance (one, or the other), but about riding these cycles. It’s OK to slow down and hide away (The comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation, Marcel Proust) because like the certainty of spring I’ll know when it’s time to grow again.
Spiral in, spiral out.
Tides, moon, listen.
The cycle of becoming.
This is my Spring.