If the quarters of a life match those of nature, then in my life, it’s spring.
Everything is just starting to poke through the soil.
Not all of the buds are open.
But enough to know spring is here—
and there is no going back.
I am alive and free to grow.
Do I have the right to feel this way halfway through my life?
Didn’t the option to exist in the hopeful expectancy of a bright future expire in my thirties?
Definitely not.
Is it wishful thinking?
Midlife crisis?
No, it’s too grounded and life-giving to be those.
This phase of my life is not up for a majority vote.
No permission slip needs a signature.
This phase is beyond cheap labels and judgment.
It’s about Truth and Peace.
I simply am.
Without explanation or justification.
Without apology.
But early spring is not without work.
I have to identify what is dead and burn the dried-out remnants of winter.
Things like:
Naivete.
Pretend.
Black.
White.
Urgency.
Conformity.
Control.
Ego.
Isolation.
Fear.
Guilt.
Condemnation.
I also need to notice what was dormant but did not die.
When winter says nothing can survive, these things survive anyway:
The voice of God.
This little light of mine.
The fountain that flows deep and wide.
The drive to put words on a page.
Courage.
Honesty.
Love.
Crying laughter.
Sport.
Pure intention.
Power.
Endurance.
Loyalty.
Only in hindsight will I know the color, species, growth rate, and ultimate height of what’s coming.
For now, all I need to do is let everything grow wildly.
Let everything reach peak fullness.
Pay attention so I don’t trample on anything.
Don’t mistake the unexpected for a weed and pull it out.
Spring doesn’t come shyly.
She’s shameless.
She’s in no need of idols because she is Creation itself.
She’s coming—powered by the grace of God—up out of once frozen ground, like it or not.
It is a miracle worth rejoicing over,
Being awed by,
and leaning into.
Who could resist her?
Not me.
What’s more?
Summer is in front of me, not behind.
Quote: It’s dark because you’re trying too hard. You’ve got to learn to do everything lightly. Think lightly, act lightly, feel lightly. Aldous Huxley
Song Accompaniment: Joy, joy. Valerie June
Artwork: The Art of Seth
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