The snow has that mostly-melted and dirty look of Spring. Winter, though stark and barren, is clean and crisp. Interestingly, the process of moving from Winter’s rest and barrenness to Spring’s awakening and new growth is messy, grimy, muddy.. This particular change of seasons appears unkempt – more so than the other season transitions.
Is there a life lesson here?
Is the time of awakening, the time of moving into a season that is characterized by seeds being planted and sprouting, by the renewal of life, by the sometimes sweet sometimes pungent smell of Spring air, is this particular season shift more gritty and grimy?
The only way to get from Winter to Spring is through mud. I would like to detour around the dirt and go straight to the green grass and cleaned up flower beds ablaze with blooms.
There is something in needing to wear rubber boots during this transition that signifies both the earthiness and the grandeur of this one season change. It’s Winter giving birth to Spring. Birthing is messy. Being quick to sanitize the messiness may in fact be short changing of the process.
As the sun warms the earth to encourage the snow to melt and the Spring flower to bravely raise her cheery head, so too the Creator Artist lets me bask in gentle, warming light – encouraging the icy spots of my soul to melt – to give way to the pansy.
Help me to be patient with my soul mud and to wear rubber boots with grace.
