Tuesday met with the official arrival of spring, a time of new birth, new beginnings, and new possibilities…
Spring has its own smell, one I await all winter long. It is invigorating, promising, and purifying.
Normally, we celebrate Ostara with the arrival of spring. However, since it fell in the middle of the week this year, we opted to wait until this weekend so that my husband could join in the festivities.
We are gearing up for a new beginning of our own. It’s difficult not to be able to plan things definitively, but that offers its own form of growth. Without growth, we lie stagnant. So, this year, I throw my arms wide open, inhale deeply of the promise of spring, and embrace what spring brings with it.