It’s been so many years since I’ve seen Spring. Living near the equator in the tropics offers two seasons: rainy or not-so-rainy. Now that we’re planting roots on the Oregon coast, I’m seeing little signs of the season of blooms.
I forgot how the soft petals of a purple Pansy can send my heart into a flutter of joy. The Daffodils, with their sunny yellow message of hope, remind me that winter is nearly over, and new beginnings are unfolding in front of my eyes.
I’m ready for new beginnings.
I’m ready for roots.
I’m ready for soft color, vibrant splashes of happiness, earthy vines, and the unfolding of possibility.
Several people have mentioned that they miss envisioning me on the mystical island of Bali, living the romantic life of tropical bliss. A smile appears now, as I remember the challenges that enveloped my heart for so long. Although we love fantasies of greener grass somewhere out there, it’s not always as it appears…even on a tropical island.
Simple things, often taken for granted, mean the world to me now. Health food stores, clean restrooms with soap dispensers, state parks, and education for all children. iTunes, decaf coffee, all the herbal tea I can imagine. Crystal shops, a friendly wave from a stranger, authentic conversations with shop owners, delightful customer service. Trustworthy businesses, ovens, running hot water, The Voice. Kind, caring communities, libraries, police officers who cheerfully push your car to the nearest gas station, the change of seasons.
Daisies, Petunias, and Lilac vines.
Greeting my son at the door after a full day at the school he loves. A tear flows now, as I realize how important that is to me.
We may not be on a magical island now, but we hold more magic within our hearts than ever before.
New blossoms await me. I’m off to take a stroll along the shore, sink my feet into the sand, and revel in the beauty that is right here in this moment.