In the Deep South, spring tends to come early each year. By late February in my area of the world, the trees start budding and flowers begin peeking out from the earth.
It’s a beautiful time to be alive, to watch the world awaken, to watch nature emerge from its winter slumber.
Spring has always been one of my favorite seasons.
There is an impulse…a soft but sweet one that I sense at the vernal equinox, a gentle impulse to clean and organize and straighten out life. This is true not only for my home, but for my thoughts and goals and dreams.
After a winter spent indoors, patiently awaiting the warmth, I tend to get bogged down with ideas and mental clutter. (more…)