And then - there’s the returning.
Home.
Where winter is so slow to let go….
Where spring is choosing to take her sweet time…
Where the ground is sweet…
Where the air is clear…
Where new life awaits…
Home.
There’s no place like it.
Home
A Sign
Looking for a sign.
For a color.
For a shape...or a line.
On this first day of this new month.
I return.
With one slow breath.
I begin again.
Something That Is Green
After all that snow - it rained.
What was soft winter white...has melted into a murky grey.
What was so full...now feels empty.
How am I going to find some thing - a one thing - of beauty?
I was reminded of one of my favorite childhood games.
I spy. I decided to play it with myself. What might I find if I may?
I spy something that is green.
You'd laugh - eh? At the possibility? In this place...in this season...at this time of year?
Where might I ever find anything green?
But then. And there.
Some days it's all about setting a focus and intention.
After all that snow - it rained and rained and rained some more.