At this part of the year, since seasons don’t seem to be defined by a date anymore, rain is necessary. It seeps into the ground, coaxing new growth. Buds on trees, grass thickens, the animals come alive. This rain washes the earth, not like the first rains that melts the snow. New life, fresh air, the smell of mud, a rich soil mud. Connecting with nature, grounding your body with calm and expectation of change. It does something. Sure it’s frustrating, the dampness and the grey air never quite giving way to the sun. It is a promise of something better.
It inspires hope, patience and desire for all that is yet to come. We remember that the sun will come out and we can be lifted from the overcast that is all around. I think the mind changes too, clouds lift and so does our spirits. I heard peepers this week, saw worms on the ground, the morning is filled with bird calls. If nature knows, so should you. Animals are preparing for the bounty of this crawling approach to summer. As much as I detest daily mud laden dog prints, I wait for it to pass.
Celebrate the season arriving, let it motivate you to feel renewed. Just like the rain replenishes the earth, let it fill you up and revive the drought the winter may have created. If it brings a good day, stick your bare toes in the grass, look at the sky and be one with nature. I know spring isn’t for everyone, mosquitos, allergies and other things can take the joy away. Take any piece you can that brings something good to you.
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