Waking Up

So, I am walking around the neighbourhood – and it is spring again. The cycles go on, don’t they – and they would even if I was not walking the same route I walked last year at this time. It is exciting. Out of my control and amazing.

A week passes. The snow is almost gone. I see grass around me. Trees straining (I imagine) to burst forth. Kids ride their bikes on the street. The skate boards come out. The ramps and challenges. Bicycles burst out of the garage. New learning. Refreshment of the old. Spring bursts around me.

Okay it is not bursting yet – but I feel it in the air – I know it is there – just down the block – moving towards me. I am ready. I am waiting. The warmth behind the cool.

Like with youth – waiting, sensing the new life, knowing the moment is coming – but like spring I cannot rush it – I must wait – ready to embrace it – ready to celebrate it – but patience is a necessity.

Cycles – one step forward, another step forward – then comes a recession – just like the spring – one warm day, and then a few cooler – moving in. Coming forward. A moment of joy. A moment of doubt. Young people moving to find the way back.

And like the young person – two steps forward and then a hesitation. Like spring, I must have patience – and belief. It is coming. We will get there. It is not something we can rush – only enjoy, notice, nurture and cheer.

It is coming. We wait. It is coming.

And what a warm moment it will be. For us. And for them.

Celebration.

Thom