I am trying to learn Dutch. Honestly, between you and me, it is not really going that well. Come to find out, it is an extremely hard language to grasp and I’m finding that not many of the words are sinking into my pandemic-induced, fuzzy brain.

I stumble across the Dutch word lente, which is so close to the Italian word, lento! Lento (I somehow remember from piano lessons long ago) means slow or slowly, surely in Dutch it means something similar? But, no. The Dutch word lente in English means Spring, not really even close to the word slow…or is it?

Growing up in Michigan, I remember celebrating – literally shedding my mittens the minute the tiniest, green tip of a crocus would pop through the snow. Then we would wait…and wait…as the rest of Spring would slowly catch up. Many times we would disappointedly wear a winter coat over our new Easter dresses and leave our shiny, white sandals at home in order to dodge melting piles of snow on our way to church. Yet, I’m finding that sometimes here in California, where most days are sunny and warm and each day is more of the same, it is easy to overlook the signs of Spring. And even more so, it is easy to take nature and our God-created Mother Earth for granted.

Still, I am drawn back to this correlation of words —  Lente. Lento. Lent. Spring. Slow.

And I think the spirit is trying to move me, inspire me to perhaps slow down and truly take in the miracle of rebirth…of Spring.

Each day during Lent I have committed to take one photo and document God’s creation. Whether it is the sunrise at the dawn of a new day, or a sprout reaching out of the earth towards the sky — there is so much natural beauty right outside our doorstep. We simply must slow down long enough to see it.