It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life....

Well Easter has been and gone but I am still thinking about the whole concept of resurrection. Of resurgence. Reconnection. Replenishment. Regeneration. Rekindling. Revisiting. Rediscovery. Revitalisation. Rebirth. Return.


Springtime is a waking up, a return to life after the deep sleep of winter, the sleep which fools us and deceives us. In winter, everything seems dead, whilst in fact so much magic is going on in the secret heart of every seed, bulb and root.


The pregnant Earth has some Braxton Hixes and ta-da! - little snowdrops appear! And slowly, her contractions get steadier, closer together. She brings forth daffodils, cherry blossom, and then with another contraction, another wave, come bluebells and tulips and so it goes on. The sing-song chorus of fledglings and their parents is beautiful. It's the same old regeneration and yet everything is absolutely new and now. It is birth and rebirth all at once.


Humans are the same. We have our own seasons. Childhood is seen as the springtime of our lives. And yet there are always opportunities for us to re-invent, renew and replenish ourselves. Motherhood makes newborn babes of us - we are reborn into new people whilst nourishing and caring for our little sweethearts. Motherhood requires us to absolutely rethink and become new. Beyond birth, we can still surrender ourselves to change, we can stay fresh and new and now. It is only when we cling to the old, that we become old. 


We are a work in progress. We evolve with each new rising and setting of the sun. Our personalities, our choices, our nature is not set in stone. Each day we wake up a slightly different person from the day before. There is a shift. Our bodies, our ideas, our relationships, our musical tastes, our choice of friends, our belief systems, and our talents evolve with us. Some moments are key turning points, most change happens slowly slowly. Just as in nature, some changes are seismic, brutal, catastrophic, others are a gentle, slow awakening.  


I am opening myself up to more possibilities than ever before. I am taking leaps of faith. I am daring to believe that I can.


Part of my wanting to blog was to have more of a two way dialogue with my readers. It's been kinda weird writing and sending things into the void. You never know how your words are being received, interpreted, understood. Whether they change someones outlook or just amuse for a while. Whether they provoke thought, or are simply skimmed over, and quickly forgotten. I am entering a new realm of writing, where there is a chance for call and response. I am aware of the possibility for re-invention but do not want to abuse it. I aim to write to lift up and celebrate all mothers - not to make myself seem like a supermama by comparison. As Calamity Jane writes in her blog Apronstringz:


"   In the cyberworld you can choose your character. You can construct just the person you always wanted to be, and carefully photograph your proof. Anyone would want to show their best self to the world. To focus on the positive, turn toward their sweetness.

But the outcome of our selective presentation is that we all look to one another and see nothing like the tangled ball of dark threads inside our own secret heart. And the rift grows.
I call our bluffs! All of them! I speak brazenly for all bloggers, who carry closets full of everything. We are you. We try and fail daily, hourly. We are doing what we can with what we have.   "

So here I stand on the threshold of a new era of writing, mindful of re-invention and rebirth and new possibilities. What thresholds are you standing on? What new directions are you prepared to take? Spring is here. Wake up to your hidden potential. Dare to think big. To try something new. To be born again.