Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
It’s finally spring here in Chicago, after what someone told me was the worst February on record (I could double check that, but Spring Fever says not to). Just a week or so ago, I felt as though my down coat and snow boots were permanently attached to me. It’s such a relief to leave them in the closet!
The truth is that there’s a part of me that wants to throw my obligations aside and spend all my time in the sunlight. I feel like I could be perfectly content to sit in a sunny space and watch the flowers grow. Yesterday was a tug-of-war between work and play, and I managed to harness some of that wild energy of new growth into my technical writing.
Today I feel that same urge to abandon my responsibilities and play. I also feel the excited realization that I can embrace that desire for play and bring it to my work. That new green energy, that chaotic expansion, it is the force driving me to write. It is driving me to reach new and deeper levels with my clients. It is a force that could easily drive me to exhaustion if I don’t remain present.
It is spring and all things are possible. Everything is a poem.