It wasn't apparant to me, but, I can see it clearly now… Finally... up close and personal so I can make out the details. Oh, yes... sometimes I take my vision for granted. What do I mean? Have you ever take a vision test? This vision test doesn't involve any drops in our eyes or reading a chart across the room. This vision test involves holding our lives up against something that is unchanging regardless of the changes in our vision. Finally, I can see that soon, there will be changes once again, the unease of last year starting to fade, ever so slightly. The seeds are almost rooted. Weed and prune where necessary.... then get ready to let your life bloom, once again.
Spontaneous dance of nature, running towards spring
Budding profusely while blossoms sing
Cloud filled skies creating shadows on earth
Winds getting tangled as they blow through the trees
Awaken, awaken... you that sleep
It was overcast and rainy all day today, diverting from our normally sunny nature. There is so much that can be said of the powerfully evocative smell of fresh rain on a Spring Day. Unexpected, yet welcome; stirring the lives all around me.
I just look around me and take in the splendor of life. I find myself taking more time to do the latter, even if it is only for a brief moment in my day, it somehow gives me enough peace in my soul.
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end, before we'd begun
Yes, I saw you were blind and I knew I had won
So I took what's mine by eternal right
Took your soul out into the night
It may be over but it won't stop there
I am here for you if you'd only care
You touched my heart, you touched my soul
Changed my life and all my goals
And love is blind, and that I knew when
My heart was blinded by you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
James Blunt
Not even this weather can take away the beautiful feeling of my heart in bloom.There was something in the air tonight; between the region of charm and delight. The softness of the coming of spring, after the rains have gone.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
TS Elliot