After a long, long year, its springtime, and at last, we’re starting to take a deep breath and sigh out a big collective exhale. I can hear it when I venture out into my beloved garden and the morning birdsong greets me, somehow more noticeable and joyous than in the past. I can hear it in the voices of friends and family I’m so happy to see again finally and maybe even embrace. Moments of joy, after so much isolation, fear –so much stuck-ness. This spring, as vaccinations roll out and pandemic restrictions lift, there is a visceral sense of rebirth and hope.