I look out my window and see the leaves on the oaks bursting forth with green. Spring has always been my favorite season. Even more so now. The gloom of winter reflects my sometimes gloomy state of mind and it’s harder for me to shake it then. And then comes Spring. The days are longer, brighter, sunnier, warmer, and they help to drive away dark, soggy feelings. One of the results of the dark times is that I hardly ever write. I spent some time yesterday with my sister Nancy and the subject of writing came up – and it sparked that desire in me to begin writing again. Writing helps me to get more in touch with what’s going on inside me and stokes the embers of life back to a flame.
“My hands are high, And I’m holding on, I’m holding out, And I figure that I – Figure that I just might make it.” Thank you, Jason Mraz . . . Thank you dear Nancy . . . Thank you to my friends who never let go.
Thank you Sister Donna,
Your words of wisdom inspire me too and yes, I too must keep writing. This morning I took a hike where we drove yesterday, of course photographing with my camera and honoring not only Springtime and being alive, but also photographing that old barn and that old house. So much history, like a circle of lives all coming at me in an hour more or less.
Thursday we sisters will take our hike around the Lake and I’ll be the camera carrier. Movement will be good, making these old bones rejoice in their ability to continue holding me up. Weather report looks good, too. There are some energies just needin’ to flow. Love you.