A few years ago I was lucky enough to be in Anchorage during Spring Breakup, when the thawing of all those feet of snow brings a whiff of hope and possibility. Along with a whiff of something else: the dog poop that has accumulated during the winter sometimes permeates the spring breezes.
It’s like that, isn’t it?
There’s the fragrance of freedom as we melt old painful patterns to meet life as it is. And there’s some smelly stuff, too.