Light

Today I need a lighthouse. It's the kind of day that feels like the world is shrouded in fog and I need a light to cut through. Of course, hearing that fog horn would help.

There is so much to do that I am nearly paralyzed with it all.

Tomorrow may look different. But sometimes we just need a light to help us through the fog.

Spring Buds

In the earliest hours of the morning, it snowed. I missed it. But I heard about it. By the time I woke, the robins were dancing in the garden and the buds were preparing for their big Debut. Not that it wasn't chilly, mind you. Just that Spring and Winter were having a pretty thorough bicker about who was going to win. And, as much as I do love snow, I have my money on Spring.

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

On the Wing

There are moments when the light lifts. Just so. And I can take a deep breath. With that catch in my throat. And maybe I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath for months. Tight. And then release. At last. It's the birds' fault.

Watching the birds in early spring has a kind of tenderness that makes my eyes feel wider. I think about flying with the wonder of a toddler. The birds are gleeful, singing their arias pell mell over the meadow. It's almost as if they are lifting the light themselves.