I love the spring. Especially early spring when the smell of winter is still dangling in the air.
Something is coming, pushing through, already pushed through from all that waiting and in some cases aching, and what will it be?
Maybe it’s the question that I love best.
It has begun. The faintest quickening. How will formation take shape? What new things or experiences have begun to germinate and sprout?
This soul craves renewal.