Here they are, those brave baby garlics sticking out their first green tips from a warm burrow of hay into the cold spring air. They make me think of myself, waking up in the middle of a cold Nova Scotia winter morning in my chilly bedroom. Stolen from a deep sleep underneath countless covers I realize it is morning and I am awake. Ready to live another day.
Hurrah for the cycles of nature. Hurrah for spring. A new chance for life. It's the same feeling you get after a really long and wonderful savasana at the end of a yoga practice. You become another kind of being in savasana and then when you awaken, your known life begins again.
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