To Everything, turn, turn, turn...

I love all of the four seasons for different reasons, but there is something particularly reviving about the brink of Spring, that essential time when it hasn't quite yet sprung, but Mother Nature tempts us every so often. I am not, at all, a Bible reader, but I can't help but think of the song adapted from Ecclesiastes, "To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose, under Heaven." Beautiful words with a significant meaning, for spring simply can't exist without the winter that precedes it.

For every time I felt that aching in my soul this winter, that hollowness in my bones and the longing for a warm breeze on my cheek...it's sweeter now. I can lift my face to the sun and finally feel the heat, bask in the smell of new green things about to burst forth. I can literally feel the earth's trembling excitement in my bones. Everything has lay dormant for so long, myself included. I feel like I am finally emerging again, from a cozy den and a long winter's nap, to find myself utterly fresh and new, colorful and fragrant. How strange it is to have felt like I literally lost myself because I couldn't plant my toes in the grass...

I don't believe in the general premise of religion, but I can relate to what a religious experience must be like. There is nothing more soul stretching, more grounding and yet simultaneously uplifting--for me, anyway--than stretching out on a nice green lawn, feeling the wind on my face, and admiring the sky. If there really is such a thing as the "Holy Spirit," that's the only place I can ever imagine it existing.

One of my favorite architects, Frank Lloyd Wright, once said, I believe in God, only I spell it Nature. I couldn't have said it better myself:)

Happy Spring!