Spring is my teacher with her wafting scents of jasmine, rose and lilac. She teaches me to pause, to stand in my tracks and linger for a moment or two or three. She reminds me that there is no need to rush. Rushing only has me miss this moment, and her perfume will be gone if I don’t enjoy it now.
Her beauty is beyond what I can conjure – the budding blooms of her fair maidens – Rose, Lilac, Dogwood, Poppies, Peonies….to name only a few. If I rush past her glorious gifts it is truly my loss.
Yes, Spring, is my teacher. Without demand she offers up herself - her beauty, her majesty, her strength. She doesn’t care if I take note. It is up to me to pay attention and see her.
I’m so grateful I opened my eyes this Spring! Even wider!