A pretty little poem...

I love this!!

The seasons are shifting, The winter shades lifting,
The springtime is filling
Earth's children with mirth.
The daffodil yellow, The south wind so mellow,
The gentle rain falling,
Upon the green earth.
The song sparrow singing, New life quickly springing,
All nature is telling
A tale of rebirth:
The deep wells of being, Beyond each day's seeing,
O'er flowing with new Life,
Restoring the earth.

- David E. Bumbaugh, "Spring", 1998

March: a new season?

With the Month of March officially in full swing, much like my pregnancy, I felt more inspired than ever to grow something...another thing. That, and I found the most adorable little flower starter kits. I planted four different types of flowers in tiny little 1.5" pots and they are sitting in the windowsill. Although it is 32 degrees again today and there is snow falling, it somehow feels warmer. Everywhere you look things are now just damp and soggy, not frozen and lifeless. The naked grass, all smashed and downtrodden is flecked with green and yellow. Small signs of life are everywhere, and now there are some extras in mini pastel pots in the kitchen. Spring is here a little more everyday.

The maiden blogging voyage...

I always think I'd like to start small. Baby steps as the cliche goes.

Every baby step I take seems to be through another open door to a new adventure. I'm getting the message that maybe my life shouldn't fit a mold, shouldn't be so calculated, or so controlled. Maybe it should be carefully navigated, but completely honest, entirely embraced and inoculated with all the joy and pain I stumble upon.

I start a new journey everyday, and so far it has taught me that nothing can be expected or foretold, but only gracefully endured, confronted, embraced, or abandoned.

I think now that I want it all. Whether the beginning is small, timid, and scant, or boisterous, rowdy, and intimidating, I'll take it all.

The shining irony here is that after a whirlwind of two beautiful years, I've done anything but live timidly, and after this spring I will start small, with a tiny, fragile human that has already become the biggest thing in my life. A true testament, as it were, to the love I've known in my short life. I can't wait for the day we meet our little creation, our little 'us'.