The Fifth Season: A Sweet Beginning

Many cultures around the Great Lakes recognize the wisdom of five seasons. In these traditions, the original lunar calendars mark early spring; known as the Sugar Moon, as the start of the new year.

Along the coast, spring is a slow and profound transition. Things begin to thaw. Waters flow again. It’s a soft reminder: we too can begin to move gently, in our own time.

Early spring is quaint and tender. We might begin noticing our bodies again; perhaps even resenting the stillness they still carry from winter. And that’s okay. The waters crack slowly, the trees creak and stretch—remembering how to move again. We are part of that beautiful cycle.

On the spring equinox, day and night meet in balance—equal in light and dark; perhaps to honor the rhythm in which all things begin to awaken, heal, and bloom.

Lately, I’ve been meditating on how nature recalibrates. Reaching toward light, but never rushing. Everything blooms in its own time.

And I think; we can do the same. We can give ourselves permission to heal slowly. To grow at our own pace. To find new sources of light and rediscover who we are in relation to both the light and the dark.

I hope this season brings us winds of tenderness. I hope the way nature grows; softly, steadily, teaches us self-compassion. And I hope that spring reminds us: we don’t have to bloom on command. We can bloom when we’re ready.

This is the beginning of Pink Hour’s new season; a space to move, feel, and grow at your own pace.

Love,

Noelia