There’s something about spring that feels like a deep exhale after the long, inward pull of winter. The days stretch a little longer, the air carries the scent of new blossoms, and there’s an energy—almost a hum—beneath the surface of everything. It’s a season of renewal, of planting, of welcoming the promise of what’s to come But before we get caught up in the bloom, we have to honor what came before. Winter, with all …