New growth

New life breathed into that which seemed dead. Rebirth coming from that which was dormant. New beginnings, planting seeds, setting intentions for the warm months ahead, honoring and releasing that which has come to an end. I can feel it on the wind, smell it coming up from the damp earth, see the sprouts of green peeking through the brown…

This season, I seek quiet, peaceful beginnings: planting seeds of hope for justice, equity, and fairness; setting intentions of what growth I plan to nurture and what invasive things must be pruned from my garden; releasing wishes for seasons past that can no longer be obtained; grieving those things outside of my grasp and forcing my hands to open again, palms up, to receive the gifts this season has to offer.