Seeking the Light

This weekend has been beautiful. The sun was out and the sky was blue. Even the temperature cooperated and reached high enough that coats weren’t necessary.

For those affected with Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), this is a wonderful tonic. For the rest of us who are simply tired of winter or just plain tired, the sun is a balm to the soul.

I find myself seeking the light. Not enough to do much more than turn my face to the sun but I feel the warmth down to my toes.

The juices have begun to flow again, much like the maple trees in which the sap will begin to run shortly and we will see trees tapped for that sweet gold, and I can hardly contain myself.

As I sit in my writing shed looking out over the fields and farm, I find myself wanting to play in the dirt. I find myself dreaming of planting my garden. This is a shared trait among those who play in the dirt. I can already taste the vegetables that will grow this summer. Patience is the only requirement now. Planting too soon will only result in failure.

Many things in life are like this. Change comes slowly and all things happen in their own time. I forget this lesson sometimes.

As I feel myself coming out of the darkness, I forget that I must be patient with myself. I forget that healing comes slowly. Seeing this light makes me want to go full speed into the next big adventure of my life, but I must slow myself down. I don’t want to go trip myself up.

As with my garden, I will dream and make plans, deciding which seeds to plant and which box to put them in. In my own life, I will dream and plant seeds, patiently waiting for them to grow.

My husband became inspired by the weather also and began some yard tasks that will come to fruition later this year. Even the beast got in on the action and didn’t want to come inside, no matter how many times she was called. 

Apparently I’m not the only one who is looking forward to the return of the light.

In the meantime, this balmy weather has been fabulous and I will enjoy it as much as I can, knowing that winter isn’t quite over. Spring is coming and I will soon be complaining about the heat. As much as I don’t want to do that, it happens. Every year!!!

Nothing stays the same and that is a good thing.