cusp of spring

spring agenda

The love birds have finally returned

and the daffodils have finally begun to blossom,

as the hibiscus’, too, have begun to follow;

I hope I can learn to still my mind long enough to indulge throughout the season of rebirth emerging before me

I hope I can set free the mannerisms, perceptions, and beliefs…habits and consumptions that often drain me

I hope I can remain calm…receptive to the subtle inspirations from nature that gently and graciously guide and speak to me

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I hope I learn to put limited resources, like time and energy, to good use while I still have them on my side

I hope I can forget, possibly forgive

I hope I can experience more [deeply] and remember, once more, the lightness that life also holds

I hope I can fall in love — with long lost passions, life, itself, and with the one destined to be called my lover of fate

I hope to have a garden abundant in fresh herbs to cook countless homemade meals with

I hope to spend countless, restful hours beneath the warmth of ambitious sun

And I hope,

above all,

that every second feels like minutes,

the minutes of hours,

and the hours of days.

movement as life