According to the calendar it is officially Spring. According to my senses Spring is still a few days away. Either way, I am glad to see the end of this Winter. It is not that I don't like Winter, I do. It is that this has been a long hard Winter, and I am not talking about the snow.
To me Winter is ... I hesitate to use this term, but it is the one that comes to mind ... A season of death. I don't mean that in a necessarily negative way. Death is a transition. It is the end of one cycle which allow the next to begin. Spring is the beginning of the cycle of seasons, and it could not be without Winter bringing the end of the previous cycle. Spring brings a new beginning and a re-awakening to the natural world.
This year I can feel the re-awakening in myself as well. It is barely there yet, but I can feel it. Hopefully, once the last of Winter is washed away (did you know that Winter itself is soluable in water) I will be able to fully awaken and strengthen my weakened ties to the natural world and my own spirituality.
I had more to write, but I can't seem to get to it form coherently on the screen. Therefore, I'm going to leave this here for now and see about coming back for another entry either later tonight or tomorrow.