Spring

It isn’t quite spring yet here in the frozen north, but you can smell it on the breeze. The springtemperatures are slightly above freezing, the wind has lost its frosty bite. More of the locals are venturing out, still bundled against the cold, soaking up every moment of sun.

Yesterday was Earth Day, and I’ve very much enjoyed reading all the articles and blog posts about the many ways people observed and celebrated the day. I find it interesting that so many view the Earth as something to consider on the cusp of our lives: recycle, plant a tree, turn off the lights in empty rooms.

While these are all good practices, I think we should remember that we are a part of the Earth, and it is a part of us. Maintaining the attitude that we are a small part of a large system reminds us how important it is to do our part.

April is also National Poetry Month, and I’ve been filling my days with such beautiful words. Here is a lovely, fitting poem.

There Is Another Sky

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

– Emily Dickinson

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