Spring is in the air and we can see that everything in nature is waking up from it's winter of rest and slumber. Fearlessly the buds are popping on the trees and the flowers/plant life are bravely poking their first shoots out of the ground. I can hear them whispering "See Me". What I find most interesting about the cycles of nature are that all of this happens without much prompting except that 'it's time' and the sun has offered it's warmth and encouragement.
Apparently 'nature' hasn't gotten caught up in the energy of human drama/stories or the energy of fear, how the planets are aligned, how the president is doing, or what the current interest rate is. Nature just 'does what it does' because 'it's time'.
