Make Love to Me Spring
April 14, 2014
Seasons are powerful anchors in our lives.
We pass through them year after year anxiously awaiting fond or furtive moments, remembering old or setting new expectations and reliving familiar memories.
We rely on them to comfort us with feelings of certainty.
We create touch-stones within them, we fill them like containers and then re-live and examine the contents year after year, adding to the container each and every season with new, precious and ever more significant moments.
Spring is my favorite container, my favorite vessel to fill and examine.
It contains limitless supplies of hope, anticipation, potential, renewal, birth, joy and Love. It’s so easy to fall in Love, with everything, in the Spring.
Spring seduces us with its delectable charms and entices us with expectation of infinite possibility.
The authority and command of Spring’s inevitability humbles us into willing and playful creatures of submission.
Take me, take me with you, it speaks; I trust that where you lead is safe and warm and full of intoxicating release.
We watch the thermostat rise and inside feel our own internal warming and salacious need to embrace that warmth from all directions and stimuli. We ache to fill and renew our souls from the frigid state they have so recently escaped. Our senses are ready, alert and finely tuned after a restful and restorative hibernation.
Spring is levity and light and makes everything feel sensual.
I'm ready for Spring to love me.