The first day into a new season—it feels like freedom, like light. A lightness in my heart; I have come up for air after being pressed under water and blink my blue eyes into the bright sunny sky. Or I have come into a clearing after plodding through the brambles and dark forest overhang to marvel at what’s wide open in wonder before me.
It feels like rest, respite for these weary bones that ran and moved like a motor for years, an outpouring of heart and soul that nearly bled me dry. And now, I sigh a great release. Life begins again, in a new way, where I can simply be.
It feels like the white and pink peonies scattered around my apartment, petals gently unfurling to release a light and sweet fragrance, damp with the drink of water in glass vases, from clasped bud to gentle unveiling of a beauty that doesn’t beg to be seen. The beauty just is.
Today is a day the Lord has made which I embrace in full. In which I embrace, just be, and allow the beauty to unfurl within my heart, my hands, as I stretch myself out into an unexplored world.