The Joy Of Spring : A Season Of Renewal

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If you are reading this in the southern hemisphere it’s autumn here’s a post to read.

There’s a particular kind of magic in the arrival of spring. It’s a shift that isn’t just seen but felt, an almost gentle stirring beneath the surface that suddenly bursts into life. The days grow longer, the light softer yet stronger, and the air carries the scent of new beginnings. After months of winter’s stillness, something within us wakes up.

This change is no accident; it’s woven into the rhythm of the seasons. The Spring Equinox marks the turning point, the moment when light and dark stand in perfect balance before the scales tip towards warmth and growth. Equinox quite literally means “equal night,” and for a brief time, day and night share the sky in harmony. From this moment forward, the sun lingers a little longer each evening, coaxing the world into motion once more.

For me, spring is a season of joy, not just because of the visible changes, though those are glorious, but because of the energy it carries. There’s a fresh momentum that seeps into my bones, an unspoken permission to move, shift, and begin again. Winter is a necessary season, a time for rest and introspection, but it can also feel heavy, slow, and isolating. Spring arrives like a deep inhale after holding your breath for too long.

Hope After Winter

I think that’s why spring feels like the true new year for so many people. January, in its cold and dark insistence on reinvention, always feels slightly off to me. It’s not the time for grand declarations or fresh starts, it’s the heart of winter, when we’re still meant to be curled inward, conserving energy. But spring? Spring “is”the reset button. It’s nature’s way of reminding us that life begins again, no matter how long the dormancy.

There’s a quiet kind of hope woven into the first signs of the season. The tentative green shoots breaking through cold earth. The sudden return of birdsong in the mornings. The way cherry blossoms arrive overnight, painting the world in delicate pinks before drifting away just as quickly. The cyclical nature of it all is comforting, no matter how barren the landscape has been, it will always find its way back to life.

And so do we.

The Urge to Rearrange and Declutter

Every year, without fail, spring pulls me into a deep need to rearrange, declutter, and cleanse my space. It’s almost instinctual, like shedding an old skin that no longer fits. Suddenly, the things I’ve tolerated all winter feel like clutter, the dust in the corners more noticeable, the urge to fling open every window irresistible.

It’s not just about the physical act of spring cleaning (though that’s part of it); it’s about clearing space for what’s next. Energy stagnates in clutter. When we hold on to things that no longer serve us, whether that’s objects, habits, or ways of thinking, it’s like keeping winter inside long after the world has moved on. Spring asks us to let go, to make space, to trust that what’s ahead is worth clearing room for.

For me, this season isn’t just about tidying up my physical space, but my mental and emotional space too. I take stock of what I’ve been carrying, what still feels aligned, and what’s ready to be released. There’s something deeply satisfying about moving furniture around, donating clothes I no longer wear, scrubbing surfaces until they gleam—all of it feels like setting the stage for the months ahead.

A Season of Becoming

Spring is a season of becoming. Of remembering who we are when we are not curled in on ourselves for warmth. It’s a time of stepping back into the world, stretching towards the sun, and allowing ourselves to hope again.

So as the equinox arrives, I welcome it with open arms. I let it remind me that balance is always possible, even in the midst of change. That light always returns. That no matter how quiet or dormant things have been, there is always something stirring beneath the surface, waiting for its moment to bloom.

And perhaps most importantly, that we, like the earth, are allowed to begin again.

All My Love

Hannah X