snow coats the land and it is in the low teens upon waking these mornings.
we long for real spring.
daffodils near the septic tank slowly grow; all in due time.
This extended winter through the vernal equinox-mid spring as we would say-reminds me that we are all vulnerable, that we should not assume the return of the warm days, we still need to breathe and pray and offer our sacrifice, our voice, our effort, our energies to get where we want to go.
and pause, the space after the exhalation, where all things begin.
Be careful I love you.