I recently read this journal entry of mine from one year ago:
"It has been rather warm recently, and one can sense the stirrings of spring beneath the muddy ground. After the severe cold we have had in February, the return of such physical warmth and light brings to mind memories of previous springs—the springs of childhood, the springs of youth, and, most of all, the return of the emotional warmth and light that has come into one’s heart after long periods of sadness and loneliness. Spring is a glorious sensation of memory. And while flowers and hopes of love have yet to bloom, still lying dormant beneath the cold ground, it is solace to know they are there--seeds of promise that, if you’re blessed, will bloom together to restore what was lost, or never truly found, long ago."
For some reason it really jumped out at me. Perhaps because of the coinciding approach of spring, perhaps because so much has happened in the past year, causing me to reflect on what seeds of hope have grown. Perhaps because I started dating Jen immediately after that journal entry. Perhaps because of all the anticipated changes this year will bring. Four years of toil and stress are now abating, and the return of spring this year promises much. I am ready for a new phase in my life, ready to go away and dream it all up again, ready for a new birth.
