Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
There is something poetic about Spring. And all these delicate little flowers and blades of grass pushing through heavy, cold wet ground have a way of making you feel infinite. It is a joy to experience the rhythm of life in seasons. It aids our own need for seasons of change, growth, rest, grief, birth inside ourselves.
Perhaps that’s what makes Spring feel so spiritual to me. Winters are long and dreary in New England. After the holidays, it all seems very depressing. My body hates the cold, I cough upon exiting the door. Walking to the subway is suddenly a life threatening ordeal because the downward slope from my house to the station is completely coated in ice. It just has a way of making you feel like everything is conspiring against you.
When things have thawed and it you can smell the ground breathing again, oh it’s good for the soul. It is encouraging. It assures you that life is about to get better. Daffodils and crocuses are not my favorite flowers, yet I have an affection for them just because they so bravely blossom, even while patches of snow and cold winds remain. Bulbs in the ground are now displayed, in all their beauty, under the warm sunshine.
So Spring for me feels like a time to awaken. Awaken the longings and God-given gifts within me. And act. Act upon the things He has been whispering to me.
As much as the season of engagement and first-year-of-marriage are a time for tremendous change, we feel like the coming season ahead holds even more change for us. But it will be more outward focused than the inward changes of marriage.
For the time being, as we wait to walk into new things, I am soaking up every precious minute of sunshine, and every precious minute of rest.
Photos Joel took on a recent walk in Maine: