New Beginnings

Today, in Portland, is the first real day of Spring.  There is not a cloud in the sky and you can feel the warmth of the sun on your skin.  All the local people, starving for Vitamin D, are walking, biking, jogging, or relaxing outdoors.  No need to wear reflectors, our pale skin seems to do the job just fine.

The first day of Spring is always so exciting. For those of us who suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), it is exuberant to bask in the sunshine.  We are filled with an energy where previously was fatigue.  The weather, and certainly the added physical activity, is so good for us, both bodily and emotionally.

Today, the sun filled me not only with energy, but also hope.  This season reminds me of new beginnings and a renewed sense of purpose.  Just as I can begin to anticipate hiking and camping trips now that the weather looks more appropriate, a person stepping out of the dreariness of there own personal winter can begin to look ahead to greater, more rewarding adventures.  Spring reminds us that we are not forever stuck in our depressive hibernation, but that renewal and the changing of seasons does, indeed come.  I will not take this reawakening for granted, but rather I will let it wash over me, a refreshing new perspective and hope for what is ahead.