End of a Spring
What’s common between the season and the source ?
A lot !
In one way, Spring is the beginning of a year. The moment when life comes out. When leaves grow and flowers blossom. When animals encounter each another into lover games. When extremes temperatures disappear, and sun comes back — for examples.
Spring is also the source of a river ; the symbol of the beginning of an adventure before meeting dangers, before gathering with other streams.
And often the symbol of drinkable water.
We all love the pictures of the springs and Spring — the very moment of the beginning of a journey.
But this journey has to start to reveal its meanings. River has to run if it wants to get to the ocean.
The season has to pass away if it wants to come back prettier and more beautiful.
My present text is also as one spring. When you’d finish to read it, you’ll project pictures of parts of your own life.
Would you share here — in a few words — the way(s) you have chosen for it ? What is the story of your journey ?
What is your spring, where did you go, and did you go where you wanted to go ?
Please feel free to share it.