Here in the Northern Hemisphere, it’s springtime. Living in Canada makes this particularly significant. We’ve endured months of inhospitable and at times harsh weather. The ground has thawed. The first bulbs have delivered their beauty. The crocuses made their entrances proclaiming: This is just the beginning! More soon!
The sap has run through the trees. Branches are heavy with buds ready to burst. The soil is cool, damp, rich, fertile – ready to explode.
We’ve been forced to stay away. Stay away from each other. Don’t drive anywhere. Don’t travel anywhere. Stay away from the parks. Stay away from nature. Stay away from spring.
Recently, after the horrific events that plagued Nova Scotia, our chief medical officer of health was quoted as saying that ‘pandemics don’t care about grief’. I would counter that grief doesn’t care about pandemics either. Grief, grieving and mourning are all natural processes – like spring – and need to run their course. People have deep, human needs more important that hiding indoors. People need people. People need connection. People need touch.
As we continue to move past the peak in this province, our real, human, psycho-physical needs will become more apparent. Spring and the sensations it brings to us physically – those feelings of a slightly shallow breath, of ‘quickening’ of the pursuit of sensual pleasure – will eventually rule the day.
There’s a pandemic. And. Spring doesn’t care.
Go play outside.