For two weeks, there has been almost nothing but strong winds and heavy rain. One or two days of more tender weather have offered some respite but mostly it has been the weather to light a fire and hunker down, waiting out the storm.
In a less gusty moment, I ventured into the garden to refill the now empty bird feeder. As I poured the seeds from their bag, I noticed something pink in my field of vision. Looking up, I felt the leap of my heart at the sight of pink buds and flowers on a tree. Quietly, they revealed something beautiful to me.
They had come, despite everything. Despite these days of battering winds and incessant rain, spring was finding its way through, again. Crocuses – yellow, purple and white – are showing themselves and the first daffodils have woken. Despite everything, the renewal and rebirth of spring is underway.
And despite everything, despite the harshest times of grief and fear and loneliness and suffering, we will find our way through, too. That is what life does. It is what love does. It finds a way through the seasons of darkness and emerges anew into the light. And it does this again and again and again.
Love and courage,
Leah
"Looking up, I felt the leap of my heart at the sight of pink buds and flowers on a tree… Despite everything, the renewal and rebirth of spring is underway." So helpful to read today. Thank you Leah. A reminder that everything comes in time and on time. And a dash of colour during our long Canadian winters is always appreciated!
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment here Christine. It’s always a surprise to think of how much later spring arrives in Canada!