Spring, at last

Just last week it was bitter cold. We were wearing our gloves inside. The air seemed brittle. I didn’t want to touch it.

This morning I drove through miles of silver clouds. The still bare trees emerged out of the blueish haze so near the side of the road — haunting and softly beautiful. I wanted to stay there, to stop and experience the slow shifting of light and moisture. 

This evening all was absolutely clear, deliciously warm. The clouds didn’t even sneak into the sky until I was 10 miles from home. This expansion of space was breathtaking. My heart and lungs ached to take it in.

At home with the windows open, I was surprised by the distinctive sound of Spring peepers. Maybe we have finally arrived, once again, at the sweetest season.

Feeling punk/blessed:

I woke up with vertigo this morning. I was kinda woozy and cranky all day, but not tired enough to sleep. Headache and mild nausea not withstanding, there were a few perks to laying low today …

1| I am very thankful for electronic gadgets most days, but never more so than in hospitals and on sick days! Today my niece made brilliant use of her phone to share some photos of old family documents — and I was able to vicariously share in the discoveries from my snug little bed. From various school and marriage certificates, to a highly decorative family Bible record, it became clear that we just don’t make these documents the way we used to.

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/ee8/43149576/files/2014/12/img_9681.jpg 2| My fluffy boy — recently home from an extended stay at the vet — came in several times for some purr therapy.

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/ee8/43149576/files/2014/12/img_9677.jpg 3| This slender block of sun slipped into the room with the last light of day and performed a lovely, subtle show across the art on the wall. A rare audience, I watched it shift and then fade — wishing that I could capture it, share it.

Love climbs up and down the human ladder

I heard the above lyric as I was driving today. It snagged me – stayed with me. I looked up the full song when I got home and it crushed me. Struggling with and contemplating small rebellions! Thanks Jars of Clay!

From the song Small Rebellions:
God of the break and shatter
Hearts in every form still matter
In our weakness help us see
That alone we’ll never be
Lifting any burdens off our shoulders

Read the rest at http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jarsofclay/smallrebellions.html – it’s worth another click!

For when I lose these gloves

gloves_980wWhen I lose these gloves — as I inevitably must — I want to remember how soft they feel. How good they smell. And, of course, how very beautiful they are! Mmmmm. (Thank you, Target!)

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