05/05/2025
Spring is not just a time of new beginnings; it is a reminder that all things must end, and in this too there is great beauty.
An ending can offer great hope for the future, making way for another beginning, but it also invites us to be fully present in what is happening right now. It invites us to witness the moment as it unfolds, and it allows us to grieve if that is what we need in the moment.
My photography certainly doesn't do it justice, but this morning I found loveliness in the remains of petal-less tulips, grape hyacinths going to seed, and the forsythia that the blossoms have died back on but is now full of beautiful green foliage. Partly because they signal the transition to another phase of the season where new blossoms are starting to appear, and partly because their end is in itself beautiful in its own cyclical way.
It's ok to feel sad about endings too. Here is another case of "two things can be true at once". ❤️