From barren to beautiful, from bare branches to blossoms and buds – the annual pageant of the resurrection of life has begun.
Spring has arrived.
My early notice came from the honking sounds of the squadrons of geese heading north. The early, pure white blooms of mock pear trees soon followed. All were a prelude to Easter, the resurrection and promise of eternal life. I believe it’s a time to confirm that promise, a time for reaffirming our faith.
Many people who come here from places with cold winters say they miss the change in seasons. Seasons change here, too, but in a more subtle, more gentle way. We have snow, but you have to drive for a few hours to get there. Otherwise, I don’t think the seasons are that different.
Springtime is renewal time. Summer is for growth. Fall is for harvest. Yes, we all have seasons. They’re gifts from nature.
If you are an observer of life and events like I am, you tend to find signs of God’s handiwork in all living things, such as newborn children bringing a new generation to families or yellow-mouthed baby birds waiting to be fed by harried parents. There is a great similarity in the creation of all new life. It is a lesson in humility.
Winter is the time for ideas and spring is the time for beginning new projects. Part of a natural cycle, I guess. At least, that is how it is with me.
My days have started to fill with the work of new projects or new approaches to old ones. For example, improving the reach and effectiveness of the reading program, Tools of Learning for Children, and the student citizenship program; finding ways to help make our communities and nation better; or how to continue improving my health habits so that I can survive and continue to do things I believe are worthwhile.
It won’t be easy, but with the help of good friends and good people, most will get done.
I think a word or two about “good people” has a place here. Even though I am almost a shut-in, I am not too limited by my failing visual abilities. I have met, and have, an abundance of friends who are good people. They are caring human beings who share my interests and who extend their helping hands to me. I am happy to take those hands in mine.
The point I am trying to make is this: Most people are good, decent and caring. Most are looking for ways to share those values in positive, productive ways. I have been blessed with friendships in abundance.
This is my way of saying “thank you” to our creator for spring, for life and for the friends and friendships that have enriched my life.
That’s just me. That’s how I feel.
How about you? When was the last time you looked at the change in seasons and thought about spring and the cycle of life? Have you ever said “thank you” for all you have?
And when did you last feel humble in the presence of the wonders around you? It’s a good feeling.
Reach Murray Bass at 427-0744 or firstname.lastname@example.org.