Spring is whispering.
She's reminding us of the warmth and light that's heading our way.
She's promising new life with every chirp and flutter of the robin's wing.
As the glare bounces off the snow covered landscape, it's easy to stay blind. To miss the whispers. To ignore the hints, close our ears and loose heart. It's easy to stay focused on the icy chill and the frozen snow banks and forget that seasons come and go. That change, real change, comes gradually and is hard to grasp on to when we feel stuck. When we are knee deep and weighed down by what we long to overcome...
Spring is whispering, and I'm listening.
I'm listening and longing to learn nature's ways.
Winter is gradually turning to spring, and I don't want to miss any small piece of this continuing miracle.
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