It's SPRING. The birds are back and out about. They chirp on trees, reminding all that life is back. The snow has melted, and the trees are awakening.
And I, I feel like a bear coming out of hibernation. My spirit is coming alive, and my layers of procrastination are melting away with the cold winter. The writing voice in me that went silent is starting its whispers, urging me to pen down words that speed through my brain. I feel like writing again, which is a gift of grace for me.
Like the migrating birds that are coming back home, I feel a sense of return. Or rather, a sense of renewal. There are many things I want to do this spring, summer and autumn. One of them is starting my very first organic garden.
I started seeding yesterday. Seeds of life. Seeds of sunflowers, tomatoes, chillis, lemon basil, and sweet basil. Today, it'll be carrots, purple basil, thai basil, cinnamon basil, chives and oregano.
It's rather amazing that the act of seeding is so - huge yet small. There is no rupture nor orgasm, but the idea of rather explosive, I'd say. In a month or two, these little tiny elements will become fully grown mature plants bearing fruits. In the mean time, there is really nothing else to do, except wait.
I'm already getting impatient.
Wait, my soul, wait.
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