Spring is becoming

I’ve been waiting for spring.

For lots of reasons, and also because I knew that Gideon Heugh’s new book, Naming God, contained some gorgeous poems about spring.

So, in a week of thinking about hope and becoming, this seems appropriate:


Spring is becoming,
and the sap is on the move.
Thoughts acquire new muscle of green;
forget-me-knots are blooming –
the infinite made urgent.

Let us give thanks to the winter as it passes;
let us kneel before the primroses
and think of death. Without it,
where all this life?

+ Gideon Heugh, from Naming God, 2023

With a photo from Steve…

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿