the writer's week ahead: 2.25.24-3.2.24

waiting for spring

This is that moment here in the Northern Hemisphere, especially those of us who live in cold climates, where we find ourselves in that long stretch of winter where it feels as if spring will never come. The sun is shining here in New York City, thank all that is holy, but will there ever be green? Or warmth? New buds on the trees?

I can only trust in all that has come before, in the earth’s promise, that yes, yes, there will be.

The waiting, the stillness: this is all part of the cycle.

The earth sleeps, and sometimes, so must we.