For over 50 years my own personal Tabula rasa began every August with the school year. At first as a student, then as a teacher, I was thankfully given a clean slate…a do-over of sorts. I would revel in this blank canvas to paint my new ideas, revise my old ones, make more cherished memories, and just get better. But I believe, with retirement, I am beginning to reset my internal calendar with the advent of spring instead. I think Nature’s clock provides me with a better metaphor for new beginnings.
For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. ~Song of Solomon 2:11-12
I discovered on my walk/run this morning that out of the ashes of a barren winter landscape , the phoenix of life is bursting forth in the form of spring. Trees and shrubs that appeared to be deceased are now covered in tiny buds ready to explode into their various hues of green… a.k.a. my signature color. Daffodils, tulips and random little wildflowers are bleeding their color palate amongst the islands of pine straw. A momma dove is our miniature harbinger as she determinedly makes her nest outside my window in the eaves of our porch in preparation for her egg laying and her soon to be hatch-lings. Sabrina, our cat, is mesmerized by this little bird’s flurry of comings and goings from the deck below.
Spring is a visual reminder that I, too, always have an opportunity for a new beginning. It demonstrates for me the eternal hope that life can come from seeming death. One of God’s greatest gifts comes to us in the form of Hope. Jesus demonstrated this gift with the ultimate example of His death and Resurrection. Nature trumpets it every single year in the vernal celebration of new life, as we march toward Easter. As the earth restores itself in this season, so too can we. I embrace this fresh opportunity for my attitude, my behaviors, my dreams, my relationships, and my memories. It is a veritable Tree Star to be plucked and held close to my heart. My canvas is ready.
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain ~ Hebrews 6:19