We New Englanders possess a creative resilience that stems from a lifetime of weathering challenging seasons. Here in Maine, the winters are cold and hard. After living in southern Florida for the past several years, I'd forgotten the mental resilience necessary to get through the darkest and longest season in New England. When you can't fly south with the snowbirds, it's helpful to recall warm memories of winter from your childhood. A simple shift in perspective and nature's season of death can transform into a dazzling wonderland blanketed by prismatic white jewels.
Today's sunlight and songbirds of May are a welcome reprieve, but there lingers a potent memory of that bitter cold season in recent past. I think we carry a bit of wintertide resilience in our hearts the whole year long, knowing that difficult seasons will inevitably cycle back in time. As you navigate through your own hardships, remember to seek out beauty and find hope in the promise of spring waiting expectantly beneath the fallen snow. Your imaginative inner child holds the key to a simple shift in perspective, warming the heart and giving courage to the soul.