“Hope” is the thing with feathers—

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops—at all—

--Emily Dickinson

Spring is a time of renewal. The awakening of senses and hearts. Spring is hope with every bird song we hear, every flower that buds and gives way to bloom, every morning when we awake early to the sun rising in all its glory – reds, oranges, yellows. The deep greens of trees against the blue sky and the cobalt waters surrounding the Island, reminding us of its depth and power.

We rise, stretch, yawn, and begin a new day with more verve and excitement, feeling alive with gratitude and purpose.

Spring is the rebirth that gently pulls us out of our shells from the winter cold and darkness. We feel rejuvenated at the early onset of the warm air and the clean, fresh smell of nature’s beckoning call in the breeze.

Our eyes are in love with the colors of spring. The early purple crocus and yellow daffodil. The green of every shade imaginable, the red of poppies. The myriad of colors and textures are resurrected in concert with the sounds and smells of early season. A veritable revival of rejoicing under a tented sky.

Renew – to make new again, like the ending of transition, it is the beginning of something new and inspiring. Springtime is the revitalization of Nature from its hibernation and melancholy to new life and hope.

M Morgan