shine on....

The light of day is changing as we awaken with a desire to embrace anew. It yearns to illuminate the tender green growth still hidden from sight. Instead, it clings to the grit and dirt silently accumulated over the time we dwell in winter respite. With finger pointing accuracy, it hovers over the unsightly nicks and gashes which mark our living spaces. Its beam spots the blemishes on our aging selves caused from a long wintering.

The light of day, warmer and more brilliant invites us to turn our tired faces, wrinkled and pale towards the healing sky. It welcomes the chance to tweak our sun abandoned flesh with rosy cheeked kisses while it shoos away the annoying aches in our underused muscles by injecting energy back into our limbs. It feeds us with hope.

The light of day, spring in its step lifts up over the horizon with a dawning of pastel shades of potential. It melts away the stark coldness of snow and ice and leaves a longing to hear the return of the early morning choir held silent for far too long. It transitions our dark winter ruminations and reflections into a place where we can begin to act on making those much needed changes happen.

We have been stagnant too long, holding too tightly onto our wishes and dreams to a point where we have come close to strangling them. Our grip clenches with a ferocity of a drowning man holding onto a small piece of safety. Steadfast, and vulnerably hardened by too many accumulated bruises, we learn to adjust our eyes to the light of day. Tentative at first, we roll up the shades and lift the sashes to reveal the rays of laughter again.

Spring arrives today. Magnificent and glorious. Shine on! Thank you God. I thought I had been left behind and forgotten.