Tomorrow, Saturday, at 10:37 am (Central European Time), officially ushers in spring. A whole year has passed since the beginning of that other spring when no one could leave home, from that moment when we realized that this was not going to be a matter of a couple of weeks. One year since we understood that we, humans, do not own the world.
Nature continues its cycle, seasons change, and everything around us adapts to these changes. Sometimes I ask myself what our role is in the change of the seasons, or what we contribute to nature during these transitions. And at other times, I think that we live at nature’s expense, looking the other way, without realizing that everything in our environment is linked and in constant change.
I remember the pain in my chest I felt exactly one year ago: the pain of uncertainty, of misunderstanding, of fear. And today, with that same feeling, I ask how much we humans have changed during this complete cycle. What were our processes of adaptation? How much have we learned from nature about the ability to renovate and be reborn?
When I don’t find answers to anything, when I get lost in my own personal spiral, I know that I have to go for a walk. There is something in nature that makes me feel reconciled with myself. But there is also something that makes one wonder simply at the feeling brought by that ray of spring sun warming my back…How I wish to be able to take that feeling home, to be able to save it for when I need it most!
Tomorrow, I will try to get up with that objective–to feel a sense of wonder in nature, to see if on the path I follow I am capable of learning from nature the ability of adaptation that is a part of our existence.