A shift in perspective

on seasons -- mine and yours

The answer is always them
And a good dose of fresh air.

Yes
The answer is always them
And a shift in perspective.

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I finally got out my camera the other day
Just like I finally got out of bed
And amidst the grey and brown malaise that the landscape of Vermont offers in April and my mind seems perpetually consumed by as of late,
I found what I was looking for.

Yes, in the smile of my ten year old
The zoomies of my wild silk
And the slow, relentless miracle of seasons on earth
I found what I was looking for.

I found hope
The belief in what we cannot yet see
And the reminder that just like the maple trees that grow dormant
And the ferns that curl into a cocoon of safety all winter long
I have seasons too.

Yes,
I have seasons too
And that doesn’t make me less
That doesn’t make me broken

It makes me alive

Yes,
It makes me alive
And it means after my grey and brown malaise
Just like the spring flowers
I will bloom.

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I hope you are honoring yourself in whatever season you are curr…