I am always amazed at how the almost spring light lifts my soul. Every year. I don’t quite realize how heavy the darkness of winter weighs on me, how much I am holding my breath until the light is just enough brighter to make everything lighter.
Last week it was cold and we were buried in snow storm after snow storm. This week it feels like spring. Today was warm enough to walk without a coat. Felt wonderful and weird.
Have you thought lately how amazing it is to have blackberries in the market in the middle of winter when the earth is covered with snow?
We are so much better when we turn toward each other than when we turn on each other. How often have you had the feeling of amazement in discovering the fascinating ways we humans are connected? Have you experienced the magic of working on a project with diverse people and creating a result much bigger…
A few minutes in the garden is all it takes to lift the spirits. The season when you try not to notice that the first frost can come at any moment and bring it all to an end.
This week flew by. This month flew by. Summer flew by. Life flies by. With the movement of time, there is always change. We can’t hold onto even one single moment. It is here and then it’s not. Moments of great joy, moments when you feel really strong – it turns out we can’t hold…
I awoke to thunder at 3:30am and went back to sleep with a smile on my face. Yay! It’s raining! Sending gratitude and praying for more rain to end the drought and bring relief to the trees, flowers, rivers, wells, farmers . . .