The spring equinox can be problematic for some of us. There’s a feeling of being at the tipping point when there are equal parts night and day. Everything is waking up. Cells are dividing everywhere. Pollen agitates and irritates. It’s both beautiful and miserable.  The balance is precarious in each moment. That’s nature.

All day I knew I “should” be celebrating the first day of spring, but instead, I felt a subtle, mild, but pervasive sadness. I can’t explain it. It just is. Tomorrow we’ll lean a little more deeply into spring and a little more the day after that. Maybe I’ll feel better then.

Image from Google Homepage, 3/20/2019