When the ball drops in the midst of freezing temperatures and post-Christmas melancholy we don't feel inspired to begin again. It is now...this time of year when we might really feel the first rays of the sun and leave the office wearing sunglasses because we actually need them.
In the days before "civilized" man adopted the Gregorian calendar to measure the passing years, the new one began in March with the start of Spring. This is the time when the whiff of possibility and renewal carries itself across damp and fragile earth. It reaches delicately into the inner recesses of the mind and whispers, "maybe...". It dredges up hope and potential. Possibilities are limitless.
Today, a co-worker and I were enthralled at the sight of a shadow work of art. Sunlight projected a framed image of a plant set upon a window sill onto the wall in the hallway and we knew that Spring had announced herself. And so we begin again.
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