A few months ago I was journaling about how I felt that my soul was in a cold, dark time of winter hibernation. In a sense I was living off my spiritual reserves. I was alive but like winters in Minnesota there were really no external signs of life. There were, are parts of me that really enjoy this time alone with myself and God but it is not healthy to continually be in this dormant state.
Spring seems to have arrived for my soul. The stirring of the Spirit, the prayers of others, and simply the passage of time has led to this rebirth of my soul. I have started to send green shoots up into the sky – a tweet here, a brief blog post there – announcing that I am once again alive. Alive is not the word, I have always been alive, rather words like awake, aware, present, or active perhaps better describe my state now.
Like the picture of the flower about to bloom, it is still not summer, but it is simply a matter of time before I will be in full bloom again. I can’t wait to see what this seasons blossoms will look like.