Spring in Rochester?

The winter here has been long and dreary, but today it looks like a few daring trees are starting to put forth buds. I was picking up some of the litter from our front yard this afternoon and even found some green buds growing in the pile of branches that have been sitting in the corner of the yard since our clean up day last fall. This mornings service focused on the stories if Lazarus and the dry bones of Ezekiel. 

Seeing what I had taken to be dead branches sprout new growth resonates with my soul. I dug my fingers into the dirt. Cut budding branches from a tree and pulled some budding ones from the pile on the lawn. Filled vases with rocks and water. And placed my "easter trees" around the apartment. 

I too have felt a lightening of my spirit as the day light increases and the weather warms. New life flowing through my body and spirit again, just as the trees show signs of the life they are about to burst into. I am trying to pay attention to the transformation taking place around and within me. Watching spring spring forth as it were. Living into the narrative of resurrection as it is revealed each day.