Green Shoots of Early Spring


Hi Reader,

Here in Vermont, spring is slowly making it known that she's on her way, announcing her upcoming arrival with hopping robins and patches of grass where once lay blankets of snow. It's the time of year when we can simultaneously step in mud and almost slip on the ice in one single stride.

Nature's soundtrack now includes lively birds singing their odes to spring and snow melting off the roof in steady drips under the warm sun. And although we may see snowfall once or twice again before spring is truly here to stay, the increasingly longer days serve as a reminder: the seasons are changing.

Just the other day I was coming inside from feeding the chickens, mentally scanning the list of "to-do's" in my head. Turning down the path towards the door, the sun hit my face in a way that made me stop to soak in its warmth. I drew in a deep breath and reveled in the sense of calm that filled my lungs.

It was in that moment of pause when a small speck of green caught my eye. I walked over to the flower garden and marveled at the tiny shoots poking up through the ground. Just the other day the dirt had been covered in snow.

Here in front of me were little reminders that life had continued down in the darkness of the dirt, resilient to the cold of winter. When all appeared frozen and dead quiet, gentle growth was taking place all season long.

Gentle Reflection

How have you quietly grown or changed over the winter season?

  • Consider subtle shifts in mindset, personal achievements, spiritual growth.
  • Reflect on moments of resilience or self-discovery that have had an impact on this season in your life.

What dreams or goals are beginning to take shape within you as the season changes?

  • Reflect on any seeds of intention planted during winter and how they might grow in the months ahead.

May you find renewal and peace as you step through these early days of spring.

With peace and love,

P.S. Please don't hesitate to reach out to me directly — I'd love to hear from you. Introduce yourself or share any of your own reflections on this seasonal transition into spring. Simply reply to this email and your message will go directly to my inbox.

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