Nothing speaks to spring quite like tree blossoms. We have several fruit trees in our backyard. The blossoms depicted above and below are from our pear tree, one of our youngest/newest additions. I look forward to blossoms every spring, a reminder that life reemerges every year from the frozen ground. In parallel to life, looks can be deceiving. After the harsh winter, death surrounds us, but life waits beneath the surface.
It has been a difficult year. I watched the pandemic move across the country and, as a nurse, I knew the road ahead would be treacherous for a while. I have not been a nurse at the bedside for years and after several weeks, I was released to work from home. My heart grieved and feared for my colleagues as I watched people I have known and loved perish or become permanently disabled.
Life as I knew it, looked and felt entirely different. People and activities I cherished were no longer possible in this new COVID world. I had taken them for granted, believing they would always be there. It never occurred to me that seeing my family or taking a hike would ever become a risky behavior.
But here we are, and I must take a lesson from the pear blossom. I see bits of normalcy emerging from the dust of past months. Today I am hopeful, and it is this hope that fills my mind and heart this morning. I hope you are filled with hope as well.
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