the blue muse

Life begins again in the garden, lenten roses blooming next to singing daffodil, green shoots inching higher every day.

It’s been chilly, but spring has sprung and plants and flowers and birds and critters all forge ahead, no time for waiting.

The rhythms of life will change again, soon. Tea in the garden, evenings outside, bare feet padding off to bed, windows open.

Change is at the heart of everything, beat, beat, beating through every moment.

I stand in the sun this morning, robins singing, cardinals chirping, the world a bed of green.

It’s impossible not to spread my arms wide open.

Gratitude’s embrace always leaves me with a smile on my face.

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(the title of this post is from Dylan’s “Visions of Johanna”)

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