
“While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.” ― Patience Strong
From the Desk of Pennwell Gray
Daily thoughts. Points to ponder. Soulful reflections. The Musings of E.M. Murphy.
“While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.” ― Patience Strong
“The world’s favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.” — Edwin Way Teale
“Spring is when you feel like whistling, even with a shoe full of slush.” – Doug Larson
“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.” – Ernest Hemingway
“If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.” – Victor Hugo
As I rolled over at the crack of dawn, the sound of waves crashing on the rocks was music to my ears. Loud and powerful. Soothing and tranquil. The perfect melody to kick start any day.
But today isn’t just any day. Today marks the start of a new season, one of birth and new life. The darkness of winter begins to lift as shades of green will subtly appear, covering the landscape in preparation for the flowers that will bloom.
The morning was cold yet in typical March fashion, the temperature increased as the hours passed. The bright and brilliant sun made herself known, her heat beating down on our faces. Birds chirped and seagulls lazed on the sands of the shore while the sea buzzed in all her strength.
As we shed the layers no longer needed in the warmth of the day, I was reminded of the many things I want to rid myself of this season and the new life I want to breathe in.
Like the change in season, we, too, get the chance to start anew. It’s a time to leave behind the things that no longer serve us well and welcome – or rather, create – those that do.
So today, plant the seeds of your future. Then tend to them in the days to come so that you can bloom and grow in the months ahead.
Because yesterday is gone, tomorrow isn’t promised and that leaves us with the present – the gift of today.
Happy Spring.
“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” — Hal Borland