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Seasonal Advice

Since the mid nineties I’ve been chronicling cultural crankiness, commonly personified as “rage” by the media. From air rage to desk rage and road rage to web rage it seemed as if we had worked our way to the end of the alphabet until bailout rage came along last year and there we were, back to the beginning again.

But imagine an outbreak of zipper rage. Or a gardener in late summer falling prey to zucchini rage when the prolific veggies reach the proportions of the QEII. Might the rage trend end when we reach Z?

Well, it isn’t zucchini time yet. It’s spring, and if there’s a season when rage seems inappropriate it’s now, as nature pulses with life, filling our senses and refreshing our spirits with promises of renewal.

In the Midwest an unseasonably warm March gave spring a boost. Frogs came alive and plants flowered earlier than usual. The warmth has occasionally given way to colder temperatures, as always happens, and on those brisk days I’ve  heard the rumblings of weather rage, sigh.

Life, like the seasons, ebbs and flows. Sometimes we enjoy abundance while other times we feel the pangs of want. Sometimes we make a bad decision and later must suffer the pangs of regret. Sometimes we revel in health and happiness while other times we grapple with illness or loss.

But just as seasons pass, so do life’s changes. Even after harsh experiences we find ourselves hoping for something better, new, or different. Such is the nature of learning, growing, healing.

Perhaps this spring you’ll think about how seasons parallel life and as spring blooms, you can let new aspects of yourself bud and blossom. Maybe if we could continually cultivate new growth and fully flower we’d all have more compassion and less crankiness, more happiness and less hassle, more rapture and less rage.

This spring I’m paying attention to, and appreciating nature’s simple, profound gifts and I plan on making it last. Maybe I’ll even savor the zucchini blossoms when they bloom this summer in case any cranky “ragers” out there go for the Z.

Simple Action: Make a commitment to enjoy a happy, healthy, and zesty spring and carry a sense of renewal with you through each season of this year.

Spring Forward

For me, January is a long, dark month. As our planet begins its slow revolution from the longest night of the year toward the longest day, time feels suspended, like a breath held fast and fiercely, but cloaked in hope and promise. Of course, the promise is spring.

Here in the Michigan, spring is on its way. First, it’s the light. February’s blessed light is our first sign of coming spring, as other seasonal markers worm their way into our consciousness. The temperature changes. Migratory birds appear. As ice and snow melt under the sun’s warming rays, the song of sandhill cranes begin to pierce the air.

The earth relaxes after a season of withholding, raising our hopes, lifting our spirits. We each have our own spring signs that we look for, wait for, hope for. That first robin, flocks of waterfowl, flowers, and more. My harbinger is the snowdrop.

You may be asking what’s a snowdrop? It’s a small hardy plant with straight green leaves and droopy white blossoms. We have a carpet of snowdrops in our forested front yard and one tiny independent cluster in back near the deck.

That lone little plant is my sign that spring has once again reached our latitude. This year I saw it first on March 8. The front yard was still covered with snow. Did I mention the plant is hardy? When the snow disappears, there they are, ready for more snow, freezing temperatures or other insults. What a plant!

I look out my window, see the  mantle of white and celebrate the snowdrops. I walk to the flowers, take my photo and gaze, contemplating where I’ve been and where I want to go. I’ve survived another winter and welcome this new season. Rejoice. Renewal. Rekindle. Revival. Rejuvenation. What’s your celebration word?

E.B. White once said, “No matter what changes take place in the world, or in me, nothing ever seems to disturb the face of spring.” How true.

These snowdrops, my face of spring, will delight me over the next few weeks.  My precious plants are the signal that the new season is here and all is well.

Simple Action: Revel in your own signs of spring. Stop, look, listen, and take in the budding life that surrounds you. Plant yourself for a moment and let the sun warm your spirit so you can bloom again, too.

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