Purgatory? Or Precipice?!
Perhaps this is a biographical snapshot in time, but as we enter into spring this year, the petrichor is a bit more pungent.
The call to explore, see where I am needed, what I can do to make an impact, and where, deep in the woods, others are emerging to come out and take action.
I’ve been listening to Generations: The History of America’s Future by William Strauss and Neil Howe, and while it is a narrative written by a singularly represented group, during a part of history where many minorities are not represented in social psychology, and I am only a few chapters in, I’ve been struck by the generational cycles being outlined.
I’m able to see in a new way that my experience, as a 30-ish entrepreneur, in the seasonal and political winter, my call to action is greater than ever. I’m looking towards spring on all fronts, and I know my impact will be the greatest it has been yet.
My role right now is to do something, to be the muscle, to learn and act under the leadership of those wiser than me. And perhaps you, reader, are the wiser-than-me person, and you don’t smell the petrichor at all, but are instead cozied up, patiently waiting for the snow to melt.
Thinking I’m overzealous as I try to make something of the frozen world around me.
Or, you feel it too. The yearning for spring reverberating off every mountain of melting snow. In this season, Mother Nature is the wise one.
The moths are sleeping, the bees are still cocooned in their tessellations. Birds are chirping, moving seeds and finding food as call to the sky for a bit more sunlight please!
This is my call. Look to the wisest leader we have, eager one. To those who just want to play in the flowers, be patient.
Don’t be silent, don’t be ignorant, don’t lose hope - be resilient, persistent and patient.
“Patience is bitter, but the fruit is sweet.”
When we patiently persist, the Earth around us wakes up with more life than we can imagine. We need that life, that color, that vibrance and hope. Now more than ever, as far as I know.
The caterpillars thank you, as does the next generation.