It's not often that I find myself neglecting the woodland realm and the general great outdoors, but as of late I have been finding it hard to give myself the time to escape and heal. I feel like I have been over burdening myself with project after project on top of my graduate studies. I certainly have not been taking the best care of myself, and this is one of the most prominent ways to prove that to be true. Noticing this, I have been doing my best to make more of an effort to get outside, have my camera ready and do something creative and fun. As most of my posts on here state, I highly encourage making time for self-care, and my way of healing is being surrounded by nature.
One brightly moon kissed night, a woman wandered out into her garden in the dead of winter with only a shawl and her white tulle dress with expectations and visions of spring flowers and morning dew floating about her mind. The garden was lush, with ivy leaves clinging to the filigree white fence and a spectrum of colors covered the ground. There were butterflies and bumble bees hugging and licking the blossoms and the sounds of birds and crickets chirping filled the air. The candle burnt out. It wasn't until her fingers were frozen to her candle holder that she realized it was all just a dream.
Spring is coming, spring is near.
Spring will always come again.
I know I must sound like I loathe the winter. I actually do not. I do love the winter months as I am not a fan of the summers heat and humidity where I reside. What makes my heart mourn so much of winter is how every winter, it seems like it is a reminder of what terrible shape our lovely planet is in. Where I live, especially growing up, was always a winter wonderland come December. As the year progress, every winter it keeps becoming warmer and warmer. We can deny Global warming all we want, but that denial is only doing a profound disservice to our home.
But I digress, spring and autumn are my two favorite seasons, certainly. I not only find them to be a time where I am most inspired and happy, but I also find these seasons to be truly romantic. What, with being a hopeless romantic myself, of course I will favor months full of life and colors and that offer transition and change.
That is all for now, until next time.