waking up

I love daffodils. They signify the early spring, the time when its finally come and you're so hungry for it everything seems ethereal. Much in the same way that, just a few months later, peonies signify the beginning of summer, before the weather turns to warm for comfort.

Spring is just starting to open up here and it’s so lovely. I am always happy during the spring. I love change, I love transitions, and spring is that ultimate transition. The time between the extremes, but also full of extremes: with wild storms, wind, cool days and warm days and the occasional snow, spring sees everything. I always feel like I’m waking up in the spring. I suppose that my body is simply following the natural order of things, as spring is the time when the earth wakes up.

There is something so transient about this time. I am always filled with energy and insights, full of feeling and high intentions. A yoga instructor I once had talked to my class about how we must view winter not as a dark time, but as a meditative time. So spring is the moment of waking up, of coming to, after going inward. How beautiful.