Again I reflect upon the change of seasons and my internal season. I do detect incremental changes. It’s time to celebrate with an expression unedited from my soul in art and a poem.

The leaves of trees bud
Birds dance and twitter with joy
My heart is laughing 

My art is moving 
Art-thaw of winter cracks wide 
A life wakes open 

Soul in awareness 
Vulnerability dawns 
Hug the 'now' of life

See this spring is yours
It never will be again 
Hold this 'now' gently 

Determined I turn 
To focus my gratefulness 
On our Creator 

For we are nothing 
And most helpless on our own 
We can't turn the world.

Trees clap their hands and 
Unleash birds singing their songs
As our 'now' springs wide. 

My Life is good and busy, with a touch of madness. Our daughter’s puppy (Bambi) is growing: 4 months old. I’m waiting for surgery, anytime soon. Nothing I can’t handle. 45 minute procedure and I am home the same day. I will be able to say goodbye to a grumpy hernia.

Take care, whatever the season you’re in.

~ Morag Noffke