A hint of change in the air

Maybe, just maybe

Yesterday was cold and sunny. Let me say that last word again: SUNNY 😎.

We walked our same daily walk and surprise! A snow-like dusting of light across the darkened forest floor turned out to be crocuses sticking their pale leaves and flowers out from under the leafy duff. My heart exploded with hope! Real, actual hope! Maybe, just maybe, we weren’t going to be trapped in the grey winter gloom FOREVER. The darkened fog that has settled in my soul since late December had a moment’s break and, honestly, sometimes it is just those tiny cracks of light—or crocuses, or perhaps a yes from a friend who can meet up—that allow each next day to be possible.

Purple mist of crocuses

This morning, fighting another migraine, I did what I need to do: bundle up early in the day and go out for a walk that gets my heart rate up enough that I breathe in deeply, and embrace that crisp air. Once agin the sky was a bright blue. BLUE not grey. Since it was early in the day and there was still no warmth in the forest, the crocuses (crocusii?) were standing tall but closed tight. No way were those fragile blooms going to radiate out until there was more warmth in the air. And who am I to blame them??

Crocus trying to hide but just feeling that SUN

With newly appreciative eyes, I realised other less fragile blossoms had started to show off a bit, and so I stopped to enjoy each and every one.

Some of the other flowers showing off their colours

A particularly lovely slant of light lit up the wind tousled ivy winding around a few tree trunks. Here is a short clip of what it looked and sounds like:

There are scattered mounds of future shoots of colour poking through the forest floor: daffodils and aromatic garlic will be with us later but the hints are there today.

All this of course reminded me that I have a bazillion bulbs planted in my garden, and if there could be shoots out in the wild, perhaps they were also coming to life again, right here in my own backyard (“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with!” – Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz)

And so they are!

Joyful shoots: daffodils and bluebells

Once again, as surely as the seasons do eventually turn, so too does my recollection that I will not feel grey and dull and flat and awful forever. There are little miracles of hope sprinkled everywhere around us, if only we quieten the hubbub in our heads, get outside, observe, and listen. Let the waves of the natural rhythms fill our own cadence again. And breathe deeply.

“…It will be as if we, though encircled by shadows, had embraced the sun.”-unknown

Hoping you are each finding time to stop and listen, and also to walk and feel your lungs breathe deeply. The seasons will change, and our lives will slowly revolve into the next cycle.

xoxo Sabrina

Thank you so much for reading! I so appreciate it. I’m hoping to have a more energetic take on the world back in your inboxes soon!

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