Spring called to me like a soft whisper,

a fragrance on the wind, inviting me to slow

down and sink in,

to allow for beauty and joy,

hope and expansion -

but also for the showers,

sometimes wild, sometimes gentle,

that fall from the sky,

that fall from my eyes.

Blossoms and rain.

Growth and release.

The heart of spring embraces both.

- Spring Light Writing Sanctuary