Standing on my back porch this morning listening to the rain pour with coffee hot in my hand, I noticed that the few small green buds of life I had stumbled upon last night had absolutely busted from the trees in an explosion. Literally.
I wiped at my eyes not sure if the fog of the morning, the sleep in my mind, or steam from my mug was blurring my vision. It just seemed as if there were so few the night before. Here before me was a flooding of green.
I have loved the snow of this winter. It has been beautiful, peaceful, even healing in some respects. After the fifteenth day of missed school though, I realized I missed the greens and blues of spring and needed light again.
The darkness of winter was just that, dark. I need light. Lots of light and wind. I need winds that reach all the way through my soul and shatter the oppressiveness that too much darkness can breed.
It is time for life to renew itself outside in the world and inside this soul.