Maybe it’s because I was a Spring baby. Maybe it is simply how I love to smell the budding green around me that comes with the Spring rains. Whatever the reasons Spring to me is filled with Joy. It is potential, it is new growth, it is longer sunlight and it is birds in chorus as I reawaken with the trees. Where I live actual Spring is often weeks behind “calendar Spring”, but my soul sings just the same. Trusting a repetitive cycle that marks my years and knowing deeply  the seasons that mark my soul is a time for celebration. Blessed Ostara!

This entry originally published at Lean in to Joy.