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…to the thought of Spring,
Winter is hard to let go of this year, it has been a good friend. It's cold, gray, quietness a comfortable place for my grieving heart. I don't feel ready for sunshiny, carefree warmth, long days and new life…
I wish I could accept the season's change with faithful innocence like my children eagerly anticipating the ice cream truck's return. Still, spring breezes and budding flowers are surprising me and wooing me, and I feel myself giving in, tilting my face to the sunshine…
but I'm hesitant and pull out my favorite winter day, muted by snow, captured by my pencil, and hold it close even while beginning to dream of garden walks and summer sketches…
C - Such beautiful words dear friend. So glad that you are opening up the the “new” even though there is so much comfort in the grief. God has truly blessed you with so many talents. And has blessed me with your friendship. So thankful for you, for the “new” and for the journey.