A little hope for the seasonally-affected and disordered.

There is a book that I read my kids, called The Spring Rabbit. It’s by Joyce Dunbar and Susan Varley, and it was a gift to my eldest when he was a baby, from Akiko, one of my conversational English students when we lived in Japan.

A single phrase is repeated several times throughout the book, which tells of a young rabbit waiting not-so-patiently for his new baby sibling, due in the spring.

“But Spring was a long time coming.”

Right now, we have another thick blanket of snow covering our lawn.  I have to plan ahead in the morning to thaw out my windshield before leaving for work.

Winter is very present and real right now.  It bites. It stings. It rubs you raw.  In fact, it can be tempting to fall into a Narnian mindset and believe that winter will never end.

But it will.

Because winter is only part of the #whole.  It’s only a season.

Meteorologists, climatologists and theologians all agree: spring will come.  (If you’re the sort who needs expert opinion, be it scientific or spiritual.)

It may take a while getting here, but I have 38 years of personal spring experience telling me that it’ll get here eventually.  (If you prefer subjective, man-on-the-street evidence.)

We just need to manage the attention span and patience of a rabbit to get there.