WORDS: Nicole Stanton
IMAGE: Nic Baird

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Living in rural Colorado has made me more tuned in to the natural world than ever before. Growing up in Los Angeles, then being warped into college life, has made it so I have never noticed how explosive spring truly is.

The sunrise slowly slides across the horizon as weeks pass. Every morning sunlight dances in a new way upon my bedroom wall.

Crocus and tulip buds burst from nearly frozen ground, peeking their heads from beneath melting snow. 

At the turn of winter, magpies collect thousands of sticks and fill their beaks with gummy soil, building a home in the nearest fir tree.

Mama goats’ bellies hang lower and lower as the weather warms, preparing to welcome new babies into the world.

I smile at my amazement, at all those things I have missed over the past twenty-three years. I am in awe, at what it feels like to pay attention.

Winter time is one of introspection. Humans hug our knees tight to our chests, asking our inner warmth to keep us pulsing. Ideas lie dormant as ideas, swimming among our innards, attempting to take some sort of worldly shape. This winter, for me, was one of learning to find peace with the love I could give myself. Trusting that my hands will build this fire, and my heart will bring comfort, and feeling gratitude for what I can do entirely on my own.

As the snow melts, those ideas and inner-wonderings take seed. Precious ruminations take root, preparing to come to life and give to the world from which we have been protecting ourselves. All the energy the world has been storing, clinging to for survival in the cold, is released with spring – a giant exhale. That energy blossoms, both ready to give and to absorb what the melted world has to offer. By opening back up again, we can find nourishment in the vibrations of a world newly awakened.

I invite you to tune in. Perhaps that means creating a ritual of some sort -- hiking under the full moon tomorrow evening or opening your heart to the morning sun. Maybe that means peeking at springtime buds or sinking toes into cold dewy grass. The joys of being connected to a world as tremendously brilliant as this one are immense, and ours for the taking.



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