The Dreamer's Pen

Spring doesn’t ask for attention. It just happens. The sun shifts, the air smells different, and before we realize it, the world has softened a little. Trees bud without announcement. The light lingers a few minutes longer. And somehow, everything feels less heavy, even if just for a moment.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how easy it is to miss these things. We’re so wired to look for change in big, dramatic ways. But most of the real shifts I’ve experienced in life didn’t feel like lightning bolts. They felt like small permissions. Quiet realizations. A single deep breath that landed differently than the one before it.

That’s the kind of change spring reminds me of.

It’s not a season that pushes. It invites. To notice. To pay attention. To return to ourselves, even if only in brief windows between errands, noise, or whatever’s weighing on us.

Lately I’ve been trying to slow down. Not in some idealized, perfect way, but in whatever way I can. Taking a walk without my phone. Sitting in the car a few minutes longer before going inside. Noticing how much light pours through the kitchen window around 5:30 now. These moments don’t solve anything, but they give me space to remember that I’m still here. That maybe things are shifting, even if they don’t look like it yet.

I made a video about this, not because I have answers, but because I needed the reminder myself. If you’re in a season of waiting, recovering, rebuilding, or just trying to stay present, maybe this spring can be a soft starting point. No pressure to bloom. No rush to reinvent yourself.

Just a small reminder: there’s still beauty here. And you’re still becoming, even in the quiet.

Thanks for reading.

Watch the video here: