The Scroll of the Missing Spring
Lived Experience:
It was supposed to be spring.
Not just on the calendar—
in the air, in the ground, in the way things begin to soften.
But the day came in at ninety-one degrees.
No transition. No easing in.
Just heat.
And standing there in it,
it didn’t feel like something had shifted forward—
Strike:
Spring didn’t arrive this year.
It skipped the softness and came in hot—
ninety-one degrees on the day that was supposed to represent balance.
And just like that, everything that was meant to ease in… didn’t.
Resonance
We’re taught that balance feels gentle.
That transitions should be smooth.
That life will meet us halfway.
But sometimes it doesn’t.
Sometimes the shift comes all at once—
and what we thought would unfold slowly
arrives at full intensity instead.
And that moment exposes something:
Are we waiting for the world to adjust…
or are we able to adjust within it?
Parable:
There was a gardener who planted for winter’s end.
He trusted the rhythm.
Cool air, longer days, slow growth turning into bloom.
But the heat came early.
The plants that needed that gentle bridge…
never got it.
They withered—not from failure,
but from a season that never arrived.
Right beside them, though,
were others.
Plants built for the next phase.
They didn’t hesitate.
They felt the heat and began to rise—fast, strong, certain.
Same soil.
Same sun.
Different response.
And the gardener stood there with a choice:
Wait for the season he expected…
or meet the one that showed up.
Scroll:
We call this a missing spring.
But maybe it’s not missing.
Maybe it’s revealing.
Revealing that balance was never about conditions being perfect—
it was about the ability to remain steady when they’re not.
The equinox marks a point, not a promise.
A threshold, not a comfort.
And sometimes, when you cross it,
you don’t walk into bloom—
you walk into fire.
That’s where most people stop.
They wait.
They question.
They hope it changes.
But the deeper path asks something else:
Can you hold your center
when the world leans hard one way?
Because the truth is—
the environment will not always soften for you.
Seasons will skip.
Timing will break.
Conditions will shift without warning.
And in those moments,
what grows next is not determined by what should have been…
but by how you meet what is.
So maybe spring didn’t disappear.
Maybe it moved inward.
And the balance you were waiting for outside is the one you’re being asked to become within.it felt like something had been skipped.
The Space
Not a storefront.
Not a schedule.
Just something you return to
when it calls you back.
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© Rabbit’s Warren “All things made with intention”
“No gatekeepers. Just paths.”