I know it’s coming… spring, that is. Trying hard, anyway.
The signs are everywhere and oh, they are so welcome.
Sometimes you have to look hard to find them… wee blades of grass pushing up through remnants of dirty snow. The slightest of swellings appearing on the tips of bare twigs.
The trees and bushes are noisier as each day passes - twitters, tweets, and rustles - love songs, nests.
Only fools are cocky, though. Snow flurries appear out of nowhere at any time of the day. Leaving one to dither about what to wear…
Yes, all of life is transition. But days like these … change is constant.
Yesterday, in a rotten mood, I stood and looked into a cloud bank that reached the valley floor. No mountains. Threat of snow. Gloomy. Dark.
Turned around and looked in the opposite direction - mountains, glorious blue sky, a fresh dusting of snow on the tips of the peaks. Mood. Lifted. Everything seemed brighter. Possible.
Swivelled around and - darkness descended.
Faced the other direction and felt the sun on my cheeks.
In hindsight, I should have written, Choose the direction you look to create your mood.
Walking home, I did so at an angle so I only saw the sunny/spring end of the valley. By the time I arrived at the house, things in general looked brighter - though, nothing had changed. Though, of course… everything was different.
I’ve had a similar realization this week, noticing the play of sunlight and shadows. The shadows are larger than the object itself and I realized my perspective of fear is much bigger in my mind than the object of my fear. Choosing to focus on the light makes all the difference! ☀️
Yes! Spring from all sides. Musical birdies. No boots. Go ahead, have that chocolate.