Now is the season to know all is not lost,
hearts can blossom like tender lilacs fragrant and overflowing
so full of light and spark their branch bends in humble reverence
to the warming ground.
Unfurl the ribbons of restraint that have wrapped themselves around you
like a gift, but holy binding, longing for their moment with the wind
leaping with clear surrender on currents of flap and song.
What lived before lies behind you. What breathes now is all there is
cradled in the knowing of grace and gratitude.
Now is the season to know everything you are is sacred.
– Kelley Hunt