Untethered

The pine trees have cast a shadow on my deck, so I have come inside for a minute. The windows are open and birds are in full tweeting mode, its spring in Atlanta. A chill, although faint, still lingers. March has failed to let go completely, the devil that she has been. 

Mother nature at her finest, and I'm ready to start digging.

Plants are moved onto the back porch, having suffered in silence with me, all winter.

I use to be angry with spring because it meant new life, and my child was no longer. Many a day and night I stood in the tall grass, cursing the birds and the moon!! How could plants begin to bloom when I was dead inside. I would lean on the pine trees, knowing they were not to blame, yet peeling their bark irate that they were standing so tall. Spring winds would cry, there was no joy. Tears flooded my yard, where I stood, broken.

Sometime, I began to feel the love of nature surrounding me. The stars would shine and shout, the tall pines whispered my name. The earth turned through each season, and I turned with her.

I would see Wards face in all, flowers, crickets, all living things. His spirit soared, and I felt it.

Many years have passed, and spring has shown her face again. It is truly an artists palette. This week was no exception. Cherry blossom petals covered our path, and became a painting. My child smiles.

Never are we untethered, in any season. Connected in love, all of us..

Now I need to go back, and soak up some of this sunshine, bank it for another day!

Enjoy