Bringing Mae Flowers

Spring is my season of loss.

Almost every loved one I’ve lost, left in the spring. Whether it’s from death, breakups, and moving away, March through May are the months I mourn. It would be easy to hate the season where I’ve experiencedd the most pain, but I don’t. I’ve come to learn that season for everything, and every season has it’s meaning.

Spring symbolizes rebirth.

After months of winter rest, Spring brings light and life back to the Earth. It’s the hope that many hold on to throughout the darkness of winter. It’s the proof that life continues on. It’s a season of such importance that it’s celebrated all over the world: Ramadan and Holi, Eastere and Ostara. Because wherever there is winter, there is also spring.

And wherever these is loss, there was also life.

To lose something, you have to have it first. If we never love someone, we may avoid the pain of loss, but we would also never experience the joy of connection. Loss is as much a part of love, as death is a part of life. In many ways, grief is the proof of love. It’s the risk we take and the price we pay for caring. Just as witner is the price we pay for spring.

Spring is my season of sollace.

It’s as if the sun returns and flowers bloom to offer me comfort and encouragement during my hardest times. It’s my season of instability and vulnerability, but it’s also my season of growth and change. It’s a season that I fear and appreciate as a metaphor for life.

That’s what spring is.

It’s light after darkness and life after loss. It’s the reminder that though nothing lasts forever, something new will always come. Life isn’t all winter’s snow or summer sun. Spring reminds us that there is a time in between for growth.