In time

Last week marked the spring equinox. A perfect time to send out my first post 'out in the wild' as opposed to all the writing that stays firmly hidden in my Google docs. Wouldn't it have been so cool to send this out to you on the actual day (but there's always time).

I love everything about the spring with its sense of endings and new beginnings, but the thing that really lifts my spirits is the blossom on the trees. A real symbol of hope and optimism and the promise of a bit more sunshine. I'm not alone as the Japanese have formed a ritual around flower-gazing at this time of year. The stunning pink cherry blossom - sakura - is revered for representing life's fleeting, arbitrary, fragile nature.

March 21st also marked World Poetry Day so I thought I'd share a poem Hana (which means flower in Japanese) wrote recently - a proud Mum moment....

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Catch the sun bleeding out from behind the cloud cover. Feel the crush of half-frozen ground beneath you with each new step. The sky is split with indecision, still a little more winter than spring, and it makes you sneeze to inhale too much of the cold air at once — but it’s enough. Your breaths have stopped condensing. The ducks are back. It’s enough. 

Warmth taunts, frost lingers;

winter still scrapes at your shins.

You want sunburn back.

February’s shadow sprawls over the snowdrops, pressing them into a wilt beneath the weight of the morning’s chill, but March sings regardless. Hear it thrumming with the shock of dawn, the wash of sun. Each naked, clawing branch has finally started to murmur of the coming blossom, flourishes of green against the grey-brown which startle brighter than anything you’ve seen since the equinox. This gold-soaked, newborn day. It’s beautiful. It’s beautiful. We have time.

If you liked this, I think you'll love her website where you can find more of her beautiful writing.

And this is a George Ezra song we both love that always makes me turn and squeeze her hand in a moment of a memory shared - slushy and sentimental like all the best moments and reminder that 'I've got time...'

So this all begs the question, if time is your greatest, most precious asset where will you spend it? What will you dedicate your time towards?

If you have a creative project you're working on, or a vision for one at this time of new beginnings, hit reply. I'd love to hear more about it.

Much love,