Spring is a season said to bring about New Hope. In everything. Faith in renewal. In starting again. Belief that forgiveness is near. And the understanding of what brings you to where you stand. Rebirth. And beginning again.
In theory, all life has sustained. And weathered the elements. With a strengthened will to start new. Even that in the far reaches of nature, unwatched, bears the courage to rise again with no prompting. And often without the proper warmth or support.
This is the clockwork movement of resilience. This is the unbending resolve to persevere and continue on. This is hope eternal, innocence and curiosity for the unknown ahead. Allowing vulnerability to all that comes. The forward path of love and beauty for even the most silent. Even when we stand alone.
The human soul is not so much unlike those buds, those breached and not. With both inborn ambition and desperation to simply move forward. To buoy themselves back up in validation of their struggle. Affirmation. For the sake of revival and healing. It is instinct to try again. To repair. So we stay visible. We stay hopeful. With a hand extended in that renewal. Tended to or not, we do what we must. And what we feel called to do. Both heart, and root. Stronger yet when we believe we are standing alone.
This is belief that we can endure even the harshest of winters. Waiting silently for any touch of sunlight to set things in the right direction. Any at all.