Welcome to Spring. The season, not my town. I live in Spring. Right now, for the next three months, we all live in spring. But not everyone will live in Spring. I've noticed, since mid February, that the trees that line the Hardy Toll Road have slowly come alive with just a little burst of green. Then as the days rolled by the green got bigger and sharper. I read in Leon Hale's column in the Houston Chronicle that the green during this time of year is unlike any green we ever see. It should be called spring green. I do not recall ever hearing this term before, but then there are lots of things I do not recall. I love this time of year as the world in the Northern Hemisphere goes through the springtime. Such beauty is almost unbelievable. The tiny little buds start to burst into vibrant colors on the trees, bushes, and gardens. The reds, greens, yellow, oranges, purples and various shades thereof just keep coming on.
This reminds me of the newcomer. They walk into the rooms of AA and they have this beaten look about them. Some worse than others. And then slowly for some and quickly for others, they start to blossom just like the plants of nature. Ah, yes, that is a wonder to behold. They start to grow, they get a new look in their eyes, they join in the laughter, and they continue to grow. They do the 90 meetings in 90 days, some less, some more, most 90/90. Its the length of the spring season. And as we watch them blossom we see the miracle all over as others saw it in us when we first came through the doors. The wonder of AA is that we have the blessing to relive the start of spring everytime a newcomer comes through the doors. I am so glad I came through these doors and became a miracle. I am glad that we all came through these doors and became miracles. So spring isn't just a season. It's the time that a new way of life starts to bud in a newcomer and eventually blossoms out into a life to be happy joyous and free. And we get to witness this each and every day. IN THE NOW!
Y'all be pretty now, ya heah.