Dear Otea:

Spring has arrived. What can you share with us about renewal?

Cara Mia:

There is the rhythm of the seasons. And there is the rhythm of your seasons. Sometimes these duet and sometimes, like any good lover, nature releases the clasp on your hand and lets you go your own way.

Before you begin to strongarm any sense of spring renewal, find the center of your own season. It could be hailing outside and we’ll be longing to enter the icy fray, unbridled and unbundled. Or, in the fullest fatness of high summer, when it seems like everything and everyone is exposed, we’ll want nothing more than to hide ourselves from all this heat.

We are made from sun and shade. From the fiercest wind and the slightest breeze. Tiny weather systems live within us and we carry these climates out into the elements under the vault of a shared sky. The wonder of any cycle is born from both bowing to our own weather and the weather of the world without sacrificing the inevitability of either season.

So if the world’s springtime is your time for song, belt it in all its boldness and hold nothing back. And if you’re not yet ripe enough to arise, know that the birds and the bees and the petals will do it for you. They will carry your torch and unfurl into light until you’re ready to turn your light on.


The way of you is the way of all of life. You cannot help but come back to it, on your own sweet time.


Un abbraccio forte,

Otea