Spring Cleaning.

I write from sunny (but still snowy) New Hampshire with a sense of clarity. Few and far between, these moments seem to escape me as quickly as they fall into my lap, but I hold on to this one just long enough to pen. In an interesting turn of events, the weeks between my last blog post and this one have left me hollow as well as eager to become whole again. Spring is finally upon us; waking us up in the morning with the warmth of the sun, filling our lungs with fresh new air, and with mountains of midterm exams and papers galore. Winter is still pulling at us, wishing us to come back to bed and shut the curtains, but Spring gently kisses our cheeks, breathing light into our bodies.

The time has come to brush off the snow and reach into the sunshine as the fiddlehead ferns do, and today feels like a good day unfold.

live simply.