It has been a mild winter in the Midwest; and now, even before the first day of spring, we will probably set a record temperature above 80 degrees. I noticed driving to work on Monday that the beautiful dogwoods have emerged – white and pink blossoms lined the streets – soon the redbuds will do the same. This morning I walked over to my bedroom window and gazed out as the sun was rising. I raised the window a little more to breathe in the fresh air. I looked through the screen and began to (you guessed it) reflect! Many changes took place for me this past year – a move, letting go of an extra job that was draining me and yet had become a security blanket – to name a few. Did everything unfold exactly as I had hoped? No, not everything turned out as planned, although I am grateful for the good things.
The beauty of springtime reminds me of the season for rebirth. For those things that did not come to pass, I can hope again; I can try again. When the last leaf fell from the tree last autumn, the tree didn’t give up and die. It held onto hope and knew that come spring a new bud would emerge and that from that bud a bloom would come forth and another season would come to pass. (Paraphrased from “Some of My Best Friends are Trees”)
Later today when I arrive home, I think I’ll take a few minutes to unwind, gaze through my window again, look at the beautiful green lawn, and remember those hopes and dreams from last year and maybe the year before. Hope can be restored. The season of rebirth has arrived. Just look out your window!