Spring Sensations
Spring Sensations I've always had a soft spot for spring. Maybe it's because I was born toward the end of winter and I imagine my first real memory of the world must have been of breathing in spring. I could have been on a blanket in the park surrounded my daises. One of my first spring memories is the bright, all encompassing yellowness of the field of dandelions down the street. I remember loving being surrounded by so much color and the stems that gave sticky milk once picked. I carry the sensation of spring with me, even if I am far from seasons in this tropical climate. I was born in winter, which represents my reflective side, but surely spring must have been my gate into the world. Barefoot on slippery grass, newness, and green represent my connection to the Earth, to my center, to my lineage of color. And I love to explore this connection, and even more so being part of nature, being one with the beginning–the budding buds and my budding mixed in with all of it. So, b...