Kindred Notes #21
Thoughts on the seasons
In this Kindred Notes series, I share entries from my journal, especially words that bring me solace, acknowledgement and understanding. I share them to remind myself of words that I have forgotten, to revive what I have written by re-reading it.
— The entries:
One.
Sometimes, I am scared to love spring and summer, because what if I love them too much? What if I will unlearn to lean into autumn and winter?
Two.
On a slow March morning, I enjoy a cup of tea, that is already luke warm. I have my son on my arm, we both see a blackbird land in the front garden. My son points at it and says peep peep. We both follow it while it hops around, as it finds a good spot to find a worm. It had been raining and the soil is soft. It knows just where to find it and it makes me think of intuitiveness, and how important it is to follow it. It leads you to the worm.
Three.
In spring and summer, I miss how autumn and winter makes it inviting to go to bed. The summery bright evenings can make me feel like I am missing out or that I am suppose to be elsewhere. It makes me hard to settle. I am learning to stay in the present on those times, but it has taken a few decades to be able to sit with it calmly, and control the feeling.
Four.
Abundace is unfolding its wings. Greens, yellow and pinks growing from branches and plants. Flowers that will become apples, plums and strawberries. Wilderness blossoming from all places, between concrete, in flower beds and on the roadside.
Five.
Dark clouds paint the skies, as drops of rain wash the bright, new leaves growing from twisted branches on the old apple tree in the front garden. I can feel the rain on my face as I walk to our letter box, which hangs on the linden tree at the entrance of our driveway. I find an envelope with a little sticker inside, which I order some time ago. A cosy surprise. I stop by the road and contemplate the clouds, the blooming chestnut tree across the road and the fields. I breathe in and it feels like an embrace from spring — the scents, the fresh air, the promise of summer.
What have you noticed in nature this spring?
P.S. — if you would like to contribute to a kindred note with entries from your journal, please do get in touch.