however.
it is spring now. tonight is dogbark and lightning. no rain. now is the season when you watch your local on the eights in anticipation for the constant weather changes. spring has suddenly ascended: leafbuds and daffodils. the boulevards in the business parks are rows of white-blossomed trees.
latenight thunder rumblings are late march lullabies.
my friend asked the other day: when the world outside is talking about guns and poison and weapons of mass destruction, do you think its okay to sleep well in your small nest?
all i can say is yes.
there are new thoughts in my head; thoughts of hopeful things, clung to with a new kind of belief: despite the chaos and casualties of this shock-and-awe war, i am willfully entering into a new season. a season of deeper breaths. deeper, more active peace.
i'm looking for the words.
Ah, trees with blossoms! We still have bare branches and brown grass. But the air is filled with sweet robin songs. A bird that never lacks for hope!
S.
Posted by: sheila at March 21, 2003 10:36 AM
Very good thoughts, Annie, and very well expressed. I believe your trip north has had a positive effect, that and your indomitable spirit!
Cheering for your good success!
Very good thoughts, Annie, and very well expressed. I believe your trip north has had a positive effect, that and your indomitable spirit!
Cheering for your good success!