I’m done writing about myself for a while. Blogs are supposed to be personal, I know, but there is such a thing as an overuse of the word “I”. I live and breathe, I see the world through my own eyes, I listen, I feel my own reactions – and, with profoundly human ability, I reflect upon these things in my mind, I ponder them in my heart, and then, in love, I share my understandings with you, who may also reflect and ponder, by the grace of God.
Isn’t that personal enough?
And, so, here’s this…
A Winter’s worth of snow is melting away, for nothing living and new can Spring from frozen soil. The white crystal kingdom is becoming the watery realm of rivulets and streams. Everywhere beneath the sky is the slow, relentless drip, drip, drip of conversion, while the sky itself is breathing briskly with blue and white and winged things.
The living Earth is warming, waking, the dormant things of snow and ice are dissipating and, as they flow, are expiating anything dead they left behind. Green spears will pierce the softened ground and, soon, the crocus chalices are found among the fading remnants of the shroud. Where once the bare outlines of black and white was all that slept within the hush, there now will come the tender blush, the violet flush, the yellow rush of blossoms raised as from the tomb. Loose tendrils of azalea hair, the fruitful blooms of apple, pear, yawning, stretching open wide the ferns and flowers everywhere.
Oh wait beneath the weight of secret rest and see the coming of the Morning Fair, to which the universe and all attest, the time perpetual and rare, the Loving Heart at nature’s breast, Who put the will to thrive in there – Oh Beauty, ever ancient, ever new! 
The reflection of this… there is nothing more personal.
© 2015 Christina Chase
 St. Augustine, Confessions: “Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient and ever new! Late have I loved you! And, behold, you are within me, and I out of myself, and there I searched for you.”