"Where flowers bloom so does hope.” —Lady Bird Johnson
This morning I awakened to dreamy whispers spoken by my beloved sister, Rosa. Although I don’t recall the specific words, she seemed to remind me that my favorite season had arrived. Since her passing last September, she has either visited in my dreams or I have sensed her joyful spirit around me. And it’s always been to convey deep comfort or happiness.
I miss her tremendously. The sadness since her loss has weighed heavy on my heart, especially during the cloudy days of winter. Today, Rosa’s nudges were like sunshine for my spirit, clearing away gloomy remnants and helping alleviate recent pain.
Her early gentle whispers were quite playful. I smiled and made my way out of bed, anticipating the enjoyment of the Spring rituals I planned. My celebration of the new season began by lighting a candle, a prayer, and journaling what I appreciate this day.
I continued with my plans and prepared nectar for my hummingbird feeder. This Spring ritual of inviting these tiny creatures into my garden serves to demonstrate my reverence for the sacredness of life, it’s cycles, and nature. I hung the feeder in a pot on my window sill and felt happy knowing they will soon arrive.
Later, I left to meet a friend for coffee. On my way, thoughts of my sister’s nudges surfaced and a stirring to write again emerged. I wondered about this inspiration. As I did, a car with the numbers 444 on its license plates passed by. This number has long been a symbol of Angels to me. Seeing it within moments of feeling inspired to write again was like a divine wink of celestial guidance. I took notice.
At the coffeehouse, my friend Mary and I nourished our souls while enjoying talk of family, dreams, life, and spiritual matters. She shared that she’d been writing earlier and planned to begin posting these blogs as soon as she launched her website. I was struck and immediately noticed this synchronicity, or meaningful coincidence. I told her of my recent guidance to write again. This Earth Angel encouraged me to get on with it and “just write”.
I left our meeting feeling uplifted and went on to complete my planned season’s ritual. I went to explore the Colleyville Nature Trail and enjoyed a walk there, contemplating my inspiration. As I left, I spontaneously decided to stop by Bob Eden Park in Euless where I’d seen bluebonnets just days earlier. Sighting these Texas state flowers was a definite sign of Spring. I could think of nothing better to celebrate the new beginning of the season and my inspiration to write again than to share these beauties with others. I believe Spring is a sign of abundant bright days ahead. May these blossoms inspire hope, joy, and love, just as my sister continues to inspire in me!