I can’t believe we are nearly at Easter and everywhere is covered in snow. It’s making me crazy. Not that I hate the snow I just think spring really isn’t the season for it. It has its place at Christmas for example.

But with Easter approaching I want to see new life being created.

Buds sprouting through the ground.

Leaves starting to fill out on the trees.

Lambs being born.

Ok ok you get the picture, it’s a time for the new.

Most people see New Year as their new beginnings but for me it’s Easter that has that new start meaning about it.

The reminder of the ultimate sacrifice.

The gift of the cross.

It challenges me to do better.

To be better.

To throw away my overcoat of excuses and to step out of my comfort zone and into the unknown.

Maybe I hibernate in the cold seasons. Maybe I’m solar powered.

Who knows ?

But as the seasons change and time moves on I need to cherish every moment.

Every second, every hour are filled with the breathe of promise.

The gift of creation.

The anticipation of dreams.

New buds, new ideas, new life, new challenges.

The evolution of the seasons.

The evolution of our souls.