by Kathy Ruff
I love springtime!
The early rains clean the winter grime left behind and saturate the soil to help the underlying shoots push forth to display their springtime greenery and, eventually, other colors.
For me personally, spring represents a time of rebirth. I’m reminded, as I see buds form on the ends of tree branches, winter hibernation is over and it’s time to come back out into the world. Each new bud pushes through the soil, anxious to share its beauty and uniqueness with the world, and I share that need to share my gifts with the world.
The essence of the colorful flowers massages my eyes, creating an ‘ahhhh’ feeling that permeates deep into my heart and soul. The beauty of the season lifts my spirit, refreshes my mind and drives me into the outdoors more often where I absorb the beauty, fragrance and grace provided.
Yet what’s provided goes beyond the spiritual and taps into the mental, emotional and physical aspects of my being. As I create a syncrhonistic rhythm with the cadence of pedaling my bike — down, swish, around; down, swish, around — the clutter in my mind falls into the mud on the trail behind me. The sounds of morning birds and a running creek along the trail replace the vacuum left by the release of my mind’s clutter. Somehow, I’ve passed into another dimension, a dimension where the fresh, spring air caresses my face. Like the daffodils and other flowers, I’ve been reborn and am again one with nature.
