Everything is coming up spring in New England. Better late than never. I remember writing about spring resurrection last year, and so much of what I said then still resonates.
Rebirth. Renewal. The shedding of old, dry skin and the reinvention that comes with growth.
This long winter took a toll on me. This spring, I'm trying to put some intention and effort into self-care. I've been doing a lot of yoga. Running. Listening to Tara Brach on my podcast app. Trying to notice the details of nature coming back to color. Trying to sit still more often. Practicing awareness. Practicing self-compassion. Practicing noticing without judging.
It's spring, after all. Everything bursting into bloom. Miracles all around us.