My brain is feeling a little like the egg I ate this morning..., not completely cooked but a little bit runny and not accompanied with something wonderful like bacon or sausage .
So, after I ate this incomplete breakfast, I went outside and realized that Spring was trying very hard to break through the leaf covered soil of Winter and even though the garden seemed stark, at a glance, something was happening.... something magical where nothing had been before.
There is a green carpet under the dead grass. There are tiny buds on the tree limbs. The New Year is slowly showing itself. Little by little, fragile bud by fragile bud, it shows us that life continues ...,so we pick up the pieces and move ahead into the future where life will be what it will be...., and, like " My little dog,.. a heartbeat at my feet.", on our walk last night ,I will try to look for the great adventure, seeing and listening for something wonderful that is going to happen...., knowing that whatever comes, it will be OK.
I see the Narcissus and the grape hyacinth coming back, even through the tough soil of Winter. I tell myself that this is what I need to understand...,
and I keep hearing a voice say, "Live your life. Live your life...., do you understand?"