Spring...

I never liked the spring

Its always been the least favorite of all the seasons

Maybe it is because the spring winds stir up the volatility in me

Maybe it is because I don't like to think that the spring is in someway a mirror of my somewhat "uncentered" personality

That just like April I can be 80 degrees and sunny one day

and 40 and rainy the next

I can be cold and harsh

I can be beautiful warm and loving

But just like I am learning to love myself I am learning to love the spring

Because rooted in the turmoil of spring is brilliant potential

Just as the Earth would be barren without spring, the world would be less full without me

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