Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Spring

 Early spring is my least favorite although the barren trees, the dark earth, dead grass and mud are also a early winter sign. 

Today I thought, I wish I could get away! Which I just did! But on the heels of that thought was the realization... because this landscape echoes inside me. The sadness, the waiting, the barrenness and the feeling of almost hopelessness.. it feels permanent…How can this become green?! And yet it does. A thought which relies on hope. Maybe that is the best description of early spring. It is hope jostling against hopelessness. 

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