Finding Hope, Healing, and Resilience in Nature

Healing the deep wound of losing my son is ongoing in my life. I find color, hope, and peace in nature. Spring brings the reawakening of all the flowers, shrubs, and trees that lay dormant over the long, cold, bitter months of winter. Each year, purple and yellow crocus emerge from their winter’s sleep, then yellow and white daffodils, and shorty thereafter, red tulips rising tall, even when cooler temperatures still prevail.

My grief, despair, and hopelessness echo the monochromatic landscape of winter–a bitter mix of gray, black, and white. But come spring, when the brilliance of sun, blue skies, and flowers seemingly appear against an impossible, immutable winter, I find hope in nature’s resilience.