Steady Light

In awe of spring’s ordinary moments…

The more trips I make around the sun, the more I notice that nothing lands the same way for everyone, not even spring.

For some, this season seems to bring a lift in energy, a sense of movement or possibility. For others, the brightness, the longer days, the sound of birds returning in the morning can feel out of sync with what is happening within. I find myself wondering if both experiences are simply part of being human, if they are allowed to exist side by side.

There is something about this time of year that draws my attention to small things. The first birdsong after a long stretch of quiet, buds forming on branches that looked bare not long ago, green shoots pressing their way through cold soil. None of it seems to hurry. It unfolds quietly, in its own time.

I notice how easy it can be to look outward and feel a kind of contrast. The world beginning again, while something inside might still feel still, or heavy, or not quite ready. And yet, there is something gentle in simply observing. The geese returning to the pond down the street, the first signs of peonies pushing through, the subtle way people begin to re-emerge after months of keeping close to home.

It makes me wonder if noticing is enough sometimes. Not changing anything. Not forcing a feeling. Just allowing both the outer season and the inner one to be what they are.

Spring seems to carry on regardless. Light lingers a little longer, birds continue to sing, buds continue to open one by one. And maybe there is something in that. A quiet invitation to stay curious, to notice what is stirring, or not stirring, within you, and to let your own timing be your own.

I wonder if that, in itself, is a kind of gentle hope.

Wishing you moments of joy today,

Janet