Dear Mother Nature,
Again you change, switching from a cover of white to dawning* a rainbow of colors.
In the past, spring simply meant the coming of summer, my favorite season.
But now I appreciate spring on its own, for the beauty, aliveness, and the scents. Oh, the scents! Especially the petrichor, the smell of the Earth after it rains*. Mother Nature, your perfume swoons me to another world.
I rejoice at spring’s first flower, bursting with color from the moist, snow-melt earth. Daily, new colors spring forth with shades so exotic I don’t even have names for them.
And the green, oh the green! The electrifying hues of just-born plants pushing through the soil, made only more stunning with the darker shades of Evergreens around us.
I too feel like I am being reborn. Blossoming like a wildflower, reaching for the sun. Fresh and new, I enter the world, ready for a new cycle of life, a fresh start.
Mother Nature, I am open to your love that nurtures and heals my soul. I am ready to re-awaken.
Love Your Daughter,
*Intentional play on words.
*Thanks to my friend Morgan for teaching me this word!