Spring Begins Gently

Spring Begins Gently

By February, many of us feel the pull of what comes next. We begin to think ahead. To imagine longer days. To make quiet lists, sometimes without realizing we are doing it. There is a longing for movement, for colour, for something new to begin. But spring does not arrive with force. It does not burst through frozen ground by effort or insistence. It comes because conditions have been honoured. Because time has been allowed to do its work. Because what needed rest was given it.

Winter teaches us this, if we pay attention. Before anything appears above ground, there is a long season of preparation we never witness. Seeds soften. Roots loosen the soil. Life gathers itself slowly, patiently, without announcement. So much of our planning forgets this. We rush toward outcomes. We measure readiness by productivity. We tell ourselves that intention must look like action.

Spring Begins Gently

But spring begins elsewhere. It begins in curiosity rather than certainty. In noticing what draws our attention without demanding our obedience. In listening for what feels quietly alive beneath the frost of habit and expectation. This is not the season for resolutions. It is the season for attunement.

What are you drawn to lately, not because it is useful, but because it feels warm? What questions keep returning, even when you are not searching for answers? These are often the earliest signs of spring.

The earth does not plan spring. It prepares for it. It does not rush the thaw. It waits until the ground can receive what is ready to grow. Perhaps we are being asked to do the same. To make space without forcing shape. To allow longing without demanding outcome. To trust that when the moment comes, we will recognize it.Spring will arrive. It always does.But it begins gently, long before we see it.

Until next Sunday, may your mornings unfold in wonder and light.

Rebecca

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