For one, it is a seasonal shift. Metaphorically speaking, we've made our way out of the darkness of winter and are now moving towards the warmth of light and new beginnings. While that may sound like an washed out eighties infomercial from an obscure motivational speaker, it bears the truth of science and spirituality. And a powerful one at that - if we choose to acknowledge it.
On this particular day, balance is achieved. The world as we know it has made its way where light and dark pivots harmoniously; and from this day you will begin to notice longer days and shorter evenings. You stay out more, plan picnics and park strolls and if you ever wondered why you have a very strong desire to purge your closet, garage or entire house these days, it is a primal reconciliation with your spirit that moves you to the rhythm of seasons. Spring cleaning isn't just about dusting the shelves and folding clothes, it is innate in us as instinct is.
Keeping in tune as well are the trees in the neighborhood. The cherry blossoms, fooled by our unseasonably warm Bay Area weather, bloomed earlier on, and was an excellent harbinger for spring. They are seasonal prophets, these delicate flowers.
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Evidence of renewal is all around the house too as seen on our plants. New buds and leaves unfold into the world, anchored into its own potted piece of earth. It serves as a constant reminder that as a living and breathing being just the same, something in me may have grown too. It is this re-centering of being that allows me to relieve myself of all the cluttered noise in my head, to stop and pay attention to what surrounds me.
And just the same, we are all organic in our need to anchor ourselves into something and someplace and see how we grow from there. Zeroing into the microcosm that is my home, Life is quietly unveiling in the form growth. It seemed like it was just yesterday when Mandarin was a baby who could barely crawl across the living room floor. Today, she speeds across it as if she had a jet pack strapped on. She is loud and happy and hungry for more and it is this very spirit of hers that awakens my nostalgic sensibility and strengthens me.
It gets me thinking that many trees and flowers don't choose where they thrive, and yet, they do. This house, this place, is my piece of earth. For how long? No idea. My daughter was born here, took her first steps and spoke her first word here. There are many instances when I forget about this and grumble about having our own place and I know now, that it's only because I have grown that I want this house to reflect who we are individuals as opposed to living with creative design restraint. As far as spring awakening goes, we became a complete family in this house, and for that alone, it has become our home.
(Who would have known that changing something as simple as curtains can bring so much more light into a room! A non-invasive kitchen re-do is in the works - but that's another story. ♥)
Well, that's one shelf that surely needed some dusting. :)
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