Being alive is art
The bloomings of spring are peeking through the sky more and more. I feel inspired, enlivened—ready to leave the nest of winter and enter the exuberance of sunshine & warmth & tank tops.
Whenever this transition from winter to spring comes around, I feel my body craving more bigness, more movement, more time outside in the grass. Today, I feel grateful that my front lawn is a mossy haven. My toes love to squish around over there.
I treasure seeing signs of new life—the Japanese roses and honeysuckle beginning to blossom by the pond, the tulips Juulia and I planted starting to show their sweet green faces. We are all waking up to the sun.
Today, I was reminded of a conversation/text thread I had with two of my best friends earlier this year. Funny how my January self sent this text, which feels so pertinent to the thoughts I’m currently reflecting on. Text thread, for reference: