Yesterday I was walking through my neighborhood and I noticed that many of the trees were already showing little buds on the tips of their branches. Little packages of potential that would soon emerge into leaves or flowers or some other kind of abundance.
I’m always surprised at the transition to spring. Every year it feels like a miracle, which makes sense to me because nature in my opinion is nothing less than divine. But it’s surprising for other reasons too.
There’s always a moment or two in the winter when I start believing it is my permanent reality. And then the days start to extend and as if out of nowhere Brooklyn experiences a sunny and warm afternoon and I’m hit with new hope.
It happens every year. And every year I’m reminded that my life, like nature, experiences seasons. Because well, my life is nature. I am part of this big, beautiful, unexplainable Universe of birth and endings, of change and cycles.
It is especially hard for me to remember this when things are difficult. It’s easy to believe that the hard stuff will always remain. But alas, spring is here to remind me (and you) that life is filled with little packages of potential ready to emerge into something abundant and most of the time I just need to have patience and trust.