It’s hard to believe that winter is almost over. If it hasn’t already happened in your neck of the woods, bass will be moving from their winter haunts towards shallow water areas to carry out their yearly spawning rituals. Turkeys create social hierarchies in an effort to claim females, and fill the woods with alien like sounds only exhibited for a few short months a year. Miss it, and life continues as if it never happened; Witness it, and cleanse the ego, learning just how miniscule we truly are in the course of creation. Spring is rebirth, spring is a gift, but most importantly spring is metaphor for perseverance.
A negative thought that regularly interrupts my thought process each year around this time is a sentiment that after the holidays and deer season expire, what is the point of winter? Here on the East Coast we regularly receive a good snow or two over the season. This winter has been particularly rough with the loss of family, a laptop computer, and car accident earlier this week rendering my Dodge tow vehicle totaled. In case you were curious I am in good health and only suffered some bruising and soreness. In the present moment I am feeling neither anger nor sadness over the events of the past month, but instead a renewed understanding of life’s finiteness. Too often we live our lives on autopilot, aware only of the current scenario and our own tribulations, even dwelling on things that upon further reflection seem so miniscule in the grand picture. I believe maturity in many aspects is being more in touch with these realities, and focusing less on the mundane.
In as soon as a couple weeks, the ice and snow will have all but melted away. Water temperatures will rise, seeds will geminate anew, and wildlife will appear from landscape that seemed baron forever. Looking back on the past few months as if it were but a single second ticking away at the creators clock, we wake to biodiversity all around us. As if it were a reward for our patience, a thank you for weathering the storm, spring is a lesson in faith.
May we all practice mindfulness in our daily lives, focusing less on our own trials and more on the reassurance that our lives are richened when we overcome. Just as winter transitions to spring, the same holds true for pain and suffering. What is a story without plot, present time without a past, or an accomplishment without hard work? Aren’t the most interesting people we know those which have overcome adversity in a quest for fulfilling lifelong dreams? In the end we always come to the same conclusion, “that wasn’t so bad after all.” Dust off the rods and reels my friends, spring is upon us!