All winter I mostly heard humming. Interstate 90 rippling up the hill and echoing off the lake, louder when the wind blows north. 

The crackle of fire in the stove.

Now it is spring. 

Listen.

Birds. Rain. Chattering chipmunks and squirrels. Roosters. Crows. Suddenly the hawk cries out. Juncos, sparrows, and robins. The original tweeters.

I’ve been carrying a flame all winter. Through the darkness, through the cold. I perpetually summoned love for the changes, enjoying the cold, enjoying the black and white landscape, enjoying the darkness. 

Because with darkness comes constellations, meteor showers, and comets. Reminders that the light is always there. 

And when my eyes have finally tired of the stark grays of winter, verdant leaves unfurl revealing purple veined crocuses and sunny daffodils.

Each new bud and flower lighting up my mind as I remember each color. My eyes want to drink in the delicate but vibrant petals.

As everything changes, the senses awaken to colors, sounds, the angle of the shifting sun, and the damp warmth that brings life to it all. 

As I type, I let the rhythm of the rain carry my thoughts to ways I can change, for myself, and for the Trillium Center. I’m exploring new ways to create and share.

Stay tuned to upcoming events.

Viriditas/Wishing you verdant vitality!