Spring Forward
The instruction is a handy way to remember what to do with your clock at 2 AM on March 14. But having recently completed breast cancer treatment, this year the words took on new meaning for me.
The instruction is a handy way to remember what to do with your clock at 2 AM on March 14. But having recently completed breast cancer treatment, this year the words took on new meaning for me.
"Spring forward" is my mantra of the moment. It's reminds me of the changes I need and want to make. Of the fact that things will get better. Here in New York, the landscape is still pretty brown, but you can see the first sprouts of green and the buds on the trees. The timing is perfect. I asked all of our Loop writers what the season means to them.
Suzanne

Ann Silberman. http://butdoctorihatepink.blogspot.com

Every April, I think of her and buy sunflowers.
Hester Hill Schnipper, LICSW
Chief, Oncology Social Work
Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston
survivor of two breast cancers
Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston
survivor of two breast cancers
I started chemo two Marches ago, at the beginning of a season that's normally so upbeat. But every spring hereafter, for the rest of my life, in which I am *not* facing chemo will feel all the sweeter. I'm looking forward this season to walks in the botanical gardens, resuming outdoor yoga class, and posing topless outside (yup, you read it right) as part of a photo project a friend and I are working on. Pamela Beth Grossman, writer
Springs store energy. When compressed, the energy that went into mashing the spring down remains there, waiting to be released. That's what spring, as a season, is like. All the energy that went to sleep in the fall is loosed again, bursting out all over: into blooms and bumblebees and bird songs. And as the days lengthen, the sun awakens our spirits, too, and reminds us that we can stretch ourselves out, like cats, and rest in the warmth, soaking up the energy and renewing our souls.
Tara Rodden Robinson
The Productivity Maven
http://tararobinson.com
The Productivity Maven
http://tararobinson.com
During the period of surgeries and chemo that started in June, 2008, gardening was my therapy and metaphor for the cycles of life, death and rebirth throughout the corresponding seasons. With my last radiation treatment on March 17, 2009, I felt a deep connection with everything that blossomed around me as I started to heal. Spring is my celebration of life.
Laurie Andreoni (@turban_diva)
http://www.titillatingturbans.com
http://www.titillatingturbans.com
Beth L. Gainer, Writer and Patient Advocate
"Calling the Shots"
Spring reminds me of our essential elements. Each year there’s that ‘first day’ in the flower beds when I return, literally to the earth. I take my hand spade and turn the soil over, pulling out the weeds (always the first to grow), and pinching off dead blossoms and branches. It’s physical, it’s spiritual. There is something sacred in anticipating the creation of a new garden. Such joy!
Jody Schoger
www.womenwcancer.blogspot.com
Love this! Thanks for the inspiration on a gloomy, cold, wet (and almost Spring) day. Just what I needed. :)
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ReplyDeleteSpring is my favorite time of the year. Like these great women said, it is a time of renewal and new growth. I love all the spring flowers - tulips, hyacinth, daffidills, crocus. For me, it means no matter how gloomy and dark things seem, beauty is already there just waiting to emerge.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful and uplifting post. I too love the symbolic nature of spring - new beginings, fresh buds emerging on trees, shoots peeping out from the ground, so much possibility and hope all around us.
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