The Sandhill Cranes are flying North. This is a sure sign of the turning of the season.
We don’t know how they know, but they do know when to return to their Northern breeding grounds, which are far North of here.
I always love seeing them. They are one of the signs of hope and promise of the new season, for me. They are heralds of hope and new growth. They represent the new and the renewed.
The cranes are a tonic for my soul that has been buried in the underground of dormancy and incubation for months now.
They are a call to return to the possibility of the new, even though I may not know what it is, yet.
They are a call to pay attention to what might be awakening from the dormancy, deep within.
Now is the time to pay attention.
What are you paying attention to?