Spring Stretches

    Oh Spring, how I love thee.  With the colors, the birds, the longer days, the budding trees, it’s all so refreshing.  No joke, I bought asparagus from the grocer and put in the water on the counter to keep it fresh and such, and one little bugger is grooving on the Spring and growing alongside some bamboo who's doing some healing itself.  I feel more of an excitement for all the potential around me; the potential of what I can do with more daylight hours, the potential of all that I can do and see this entire year.  The potential as I actively create my upcoming summer stride with hikes, running, traveling, and all the fun things that become part of the season of Summer. I mean, the upcoming amount of fun with socks on hardwoods until the slippers have to come back out.   
    Spring has been going strong for about a week now, and my growth during this seasonal transition has been a hoot.  I’m transitioning into singledom from a starting point that is new to me.  My focus now is really only on my hopes and goals and the like, instead of me trying to split that focus on myself and my partner.  I had not been the best balancer of that.  There is a mutual knowing that a lifelong friendship is there, and shifting into the only-friends space without ‘proper warning’ is usually not a super fun experience.  I have found that when you end a relationship style, you’ve thought about it, processed it, made peace with it, and then delivered those wishes to your partner.  The partner, however, has had none of that prep-work.  So the transition time until hanging out as friends is less than stellar. 
    This is the lovely transition that the season of Spring has mastered.  No tears are shed as the stalks burst through the North Carolina red clay.  No flowers bellow out in agony when it gets too cold at night on their delicate blooms.  The trees aren’t angry as they drop the remnants of the previous season’s leaves to create space for the foliage that will be taking its place; foliage that’s essential for the tree to thrive as well as being the distinguishing source of pure eyeball enjoyment for us.  The times of transition are so valuable to life because that’s when the things no longer beneficial are repelled and space is created for what can now grow.  
        As the Spring is springing, I will be growing on my own as well.  There are times when I want to moan and grumble or wince and cry.  And I may.  But I won’t for long because I know that this is just the part of a transition in Spring for me.  I will grow from this in a way that will be beneficial for the next relationship that I will be in.  I know that this is preparing me for what I will be enjoying in the summer.  The knowing that this all is totally beneficial for me and is probably something that I truly wanted on some level anyway is comforting.  And that this kind and connected, newly shifted relationship gave me so many gifts and experiences that I couldn't have asked for.  The relationship lovingly supported the shaping of who I am today.  How on Earth could I complain about that?  So this Spring, as I grow and stretch, I will kindly acknowledge the uncomfortable bits and then gently understand that this is nature in perfect form.  Transitions are just that.  They are transitions.  Times of change.  Comfortable or not, they lead to the great things that we are created to be.   
 

 The asparagus: non complaining, not minding the others, and going for it, gets to see the bamboo up close.

The asparagus: non complaining, not minding the others, and going for it, gets to see the bamboo up close.