I woke up this morning before 6am. I felt more awake than I had in months. I felt refreshed. I felt like my skin was going to explode in energy.
As I let this feeling wash through me I recited my gratitude list, which was soon backed up by the harmonies of the honking geese flying past my open window.
“I am thankful to wake up to the sounds of nature.”
I wanted to leap from my bed. I wanted to do everything. All at once. I wanted to go everywhere. Nothing could stop me.
The cold cloud had lifted and the sun, the glorious warm sun, had returned.
After months of being frozen to my couch, dreading any outing that required me to wear real pants, I was suddenly daydreaming of sundresses on patios (and although dresses are still not technically pants, they are much prettier and happier than my sweats).
I felt free.
It was contagious.
My kids eagerly walked a 2 hour journey with me. They explored the patterns of melting ice while I positioned myself in the direct path of the sun’s rays. I stared at the dark blue water in front of me until hypnotized by the sparkles which danced in the waves. Surrounded by snow and ice, I felt complete warmth and nourishment from the sun. I planted myself to the ground, drawing its energy into me.
Wonderwoman. Wildflower. Willow. Me.