Spring is in the air
Steady undercurrent pushing us to grow.
A letting go time
As we crack open to the new being born.
The old ways of being
Have become intolerable to stomach.
White flower petals cover my path
Like a wedding or coronation has just passed by.
Birds singing and fighting
Showing off whatever they’ve got.
Shouldn’t I feel happy
With all of this life and beauty around me?
My feet want to run
Feeling good at first and then suddenly too much.
Maybe if I breathe
This anxiety will give way to excitement.
Is this heaviness even mine?
So many around me are going through pain.
Strange place of in-between
Is it better to take it easy or rest—less?
Just take the step you are on
I hear whispered in my ear, you know what to do.
First find my ground.
Roots make it much easier to grow up.
Be still a moment.
Listen for the pull of the next right action.
How am I feeling?
Am I okay with what I need to do?
Why do I care?
Does love want me to follow through on this?
How can I help?
Is there something only I can see or be?
What’s highest and best?
Can I let go of the outcome and show up in trust?
Reach out my hand.
As an offering to you, so we can grow together.
Maybe this in-between space
Feels stronger when it’s calling us to connect to each other.