It feels like Spring today. There’s a sharpness in the air, the sun feels a bit closer to the earth, small birds hop through the branches of the still-bare bushes along my street. I’m drawn instinctively to the ocean, I want to drive along the coast, to walk around Mackworth Island, to climb the rocks at Fort Williams. Mostly, though, I want – I need – to sit. To deeply breathe in the ocean air that reminds me that breathing feels good, to close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun in between sea breezes, to let the sound of the water’s constant motion soothe my soul.
I’ve gotten off track lately, been adrift and lost-feeling. I need to anchor myself, to refocus on the work I set forth for myself at the start of the year. I know I’m not out of the woods yet, with regard to Winter or the things that I allow to shift me off-balance. But one Spring day in the middle of February, and one gentle reminder to myself, help me see the goals I’d lost sight of for a while there. They may not be any closer than they were last week or the week before, but they’re no further away, either, and by bringing them back to the front of my mind, the path is once again under my baby-steppin’ feet.