“Spring and all its flowers now joyously break their vow of silence. It is time for celebration, not for lying low; you too – weed out those roots of sadness from your heart.” – Hafiz
Yesterday many people around the world observed Nowruz, which translates to “new day” in Persian, and is also considered the first day of a New Year. It was also, not coincidentally, the first day of spring! There is really something to be said of the magic different seasons bring. Especially spring. Spring is that breath of fresh air. The one you inhale deeply and as you exhale you feel lighter. It’s clear and full of life. Blooming. Majestic. And hopeful.
Yesterday was in so many ways a day for new beginnings. For celebration. And an opportunity to root out some sadness from my heart. This is a hard feat considering all that is going on both domestically and internationally. Sometimes the sadness is mixed with large parts of anger. How and why are constant questions I ask myself. How and why are there so many atrocities? The only beauty of it, is this questioning is always followed by what.
What can I do? And I think that’s where the celebration lies. That’s why the sadness can be rooted out. Because I have a voice. And I have a mind. I am intelligent. I am strong. I have born children. And raised them. I can read. And I can write. I continue to be. So I will celebrate that and use it every which way I can, every and each day to shine a light and a voice on all the things that have darkness cast over them.
Alone we are a drop, together we are an ocean. Celebrate your new day. Make it count.