Everything is blooming recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking
into the heart of the night.
-Rainier Maria Rilke
Yes. Springtime. Everything is blooming. Everything comes back to life. It's a time for birthing, for being born, for waking up. It's a time for stepping out into the light.
Look at this fence flower. Ponder the effort it must have taken to squeeze through that teeny space. Maybe because it caught a glimpse of light, a promise of life. Imagine it doing everything it can to breathe in that life, that light, that freedom. It sought the light and was awarded with the joy of blooming, of being able to yell... I Live!
How about you? What keeps you from fully stepping into the light, with both feet, with your whole being? What do you need to do to be what you love, to do what gives you life?
Standing, sweep both arms toward the back,
palms open, and lift up your chest as you inhale,
gathering Divine Light into your heart
You are my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?
Swing your arms up, hands in fists,
with a steady and fearless heart say:
You are the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
-from Psalm 27