The erotic pulse of spring

Today, between sessions, I found myself with a little time to spare. The sun was out, inviting, and impossible to resist. I laced up my new Vivobarefoot shoes—the ones that make me feel every curve and texture of the earth beneath me—slipped on my weighted vest, pressed play on my music, and stepped outside.

On my way to the park, I passed the tree. The one that whispers to me every year, around the 1st of March, that spring has arrived. As soon as I see its delicate blossoms unfold, I know winter is gone. I know it is time for rebirth.

As I walked, I felt gratitude ripple through me—how lucky I am to live in a peaceful country, so close to nature, where I can wander, recharge, and let my senses drink in the world around me. I wondered what I might discover today. Would more trees be in bloom? Would the spring flowers have returned? I remembered last year’s carpet of wild colour, an explosion of delicate petals spreading like a lover surrendering to pleasure.

And yes—they were there!

Spring fascinates me. To me, it feels the season when nature makes love to herself, surrendering fully to the waves of her own pleasure. She unfolds layer after layer, bloom after bloom, green bursting from every limb like ecstasy rippling through her veins. Spring feels like the most erotic season of them all. Maybe that’s why I love it so much.

I let the sun soak into my skin. I hugged a few trees—let their rough bark press into my palms, grounding me, steadying me. And then I went to visit her—my eucalyptus tree.

She was naked.

The first time I saw her peeling, years ago, I worried that she was sick. But no—this is how she renews herself. She strips down completely, shedding the skin of last year, making space for something fresh, something untouched. Right now, she is bare, raw, exposed. Soon, she will begin dressing herself again in soft new layers, slipping into the garments of the coming season. She reminds me, year after year, to do the same, to renew myself. And maybe is time to buy some new clothes :)

I spent an hour in the park, lost in wonder, curiosity, and reverence for nature’s rhythms. Every spring, I rediscover her as if for the first time. She teaches me something new, yet something I have always known.

I walked home feeling rejuvenated, peaceful, and completely alive. Ready for my next session. Ready to bring into my touch something of what I found in the flowers, the trees, the sun.

Love,

Rosie x