I’m so humbled and grateful to have this very personal piece up on Jennifer Pastiloff’s website, The Manifest-Station, which not only features Jen’s incredible work (if she comes to your town with one of her workshops or retreats, I urge you to sign up – they are life-changing!), but also guest posts from an array of phenomenal writers. Be sure to check out the site if you haven’t already… xo

The Manifest-Station

Longing. By Dena Young.

I can remember just a few months back, sitting under a tree, lamenting the change of season.  Spring was shifting into summer and, though I love summer, I could already feel a longing for the early bloom of springtime.

This was the first year, maybe ever, I felt present every day, open to the new life unfolding.  I allowed myself to have my breath taken away at each turned corner, open to the surprise of a burst of yellow from the forsythia that always seem to appear first, then to the patches of pink tulips, drooping from the weight of their too-heavy heads.  I loved crossing the street and being charmed by the powerful scent of hyacinths and the voluptuous lushness of cherry blossoms. I let it amaze and astonish me.

And then I began to mourn it, even before it was over.

This is a pattern of mine, missing things…

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