As spring begins to grasp and then release as so often is the case in April in Maine, I begin the process of slowly unfurling my body. As the season moves through mud, once again I begin to transform, like so many springs before, in a way that is, like always, entirely new.
I am more awake now when I welcome the sun, the light, better able to receive the new day with gratitude, awareness and fullness.
Windows open, bikes come out, birds return. There is blooming and growth. I am riding downhill from March. I exhale deeply!