Each spring, I find myself quietly waiting for the moment when the sky begins to stir with wings.
The first warbler. The sudden call of a scissor-tailed flycatcher. The soft hush of a flock overhead, barely visible, but there — moving with purpose. Spring migration is one of nature’s great miracles, and every year, it stops me in my tracks.
It’s more than just a seasonal event. It’s a spiritual one.
Birds don’t question the wind. They don’t fear the journey. They simply go — called by something deep and ancient that tells them: It’s time.
And I can’t help but wonder… what would it feel like to trust change that deeply?
I find myself in somewhat of a personal migration. One of my children left the nest for college, the other is growing up starting drivers ed, wanting to make more decisions for herself, and I am figuring out who I am at 51. Expanding my therapy practice, becoming a meditation teacher, and launching a new business soon I am leaning on faith that we will land successfully and find fulfillment. The truth is I don’t know if things will work out; I just know that I am called to it, this is my season of change.
Change Is a Natural Rhythm
Nature doesn’t resist the turning of seasons. The trees don’t cling to last year’s leaves. The birds don’t argue with the light when it shifts. They just move with what life presents.
Yet we — the overthinkers, the planners, the ones who’ve been hurt or burned — we often do.
We hold on to old stories, old pain, old ways of being, even when we know they’re not where life lives anymore.
Spring migration reminds us that change isn’t something to fear. It’s something to flow with. It’s part of our rhythm, too.
Trusting the Journey You Can’t Yet See
Many migratory birds fly thousands of miles across oceans, deserts, and entire continents — with no map. No guarantee. Just the pull of instinct and the trust that they’ll find what they need when they arrive.
What would it be like to live like that?
To move toward what calls us, even if we’re not sure where we’ll land?
To let faith outpace fear?
Sometimes change asks us to leap before we’re ready.
Sometimes it whispers: This way… you won’t understand yet, but trust me.
Letting Go to Make Space for Flight
Before migrating, many birds shed their old feathers. It’s necessary — new feathers make the journey possible.
Letting go is often the most uncomfortable part of change. But what if it’s not about loss… what if it’s about making space for what’s next?
We can’t hold on to everything. Some things have served their purpose. Some versions of us were meant only for a season. It’s okay to shed.
Welcoming What’s Returning
Spring isn’t just about leaving. It’s about returning.
The birds come back. The green returns. The light stretches longer. And maybe we’re coming back to something too — a dream, a desire, a softness, a part of ourselves we buried in winter.
What is returning in you?
A Gentle Invitation
If change feels close, if your soul feels like it’s in motion — even if you’re not sure where you’re headed — pause today. Step outside. Watch the sky. Listen for wings.
And maybe ask yourself:
- What part of me is migrating right now?
- What am I ready to release?
- What is life inviting me to move toward?
You don’t need to have it all figured out.
You just need to listen for the wind.
