Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Spring and growing older
March was a splendid month. I adore March for a number of reasons. The end of March begins spring and the newness of life and color all around. This is my favorite and most dear transition of all the seasons. No song is better than the songs the birds sing outside my window. No cloud is quite as puffy and white. The day is longer and warmth shines again. It is finally that time of year when I leave my window cracked open every day and breathe easy at night that sweet breeze of Spring. My birthday just passed by and though I had promised myself I would keep it simple, I was still showered with love by those dearest to me and left with an overwhelming gratefulness. So many thoughtful treasures and words were given that were unexpected but greatly appreciated. Only a few days before this took place I experienced a scare with my mom and thought that something terrible was going to happen her, but she was okay and everything is as it was. I am terribly afraid of growing up and that is something I am working on, though I am being reminded more and more of how much I do have to be grateful for in life, and how much I have yet to give, and the fear that I will need to overcome to get there. The beauty around me and the kindness and goodness in those around me are helping in the process.