Change, Bloom-ed?

It is officially Spring and change is in the air.

I just had a very insightful conversation with a dear friend. She has a lot of change brewing in her life: an upcoming marriage, a cross-country move, and the beginnings of a new career (congrats on all 3, by the way, M). Here I am griping about my move 4 miles away (give me some credit, it’s to a different state!) and my jury duty summons.

I am usually one to make grand general statements like “we are creatures of habit; change is against our nature.” Or “change is ultimately the best medicine for a chronic ailment.” But, I believe both statements to be true. And so here is my grand general statement: “Life is a bit like a rubix cube with one square blank; it’s a challenge, and even when you think you have it all figured out…you’ll never know.” Encouraging, I know.

This past mother’s day, my madre had us out in the garden doing some minor landscaping. It always surprises me how much spring is the season of new beginnings and fresh perspective. Sure we may have to endure the rainy, muddy days to get there, but we know there will always be May flowers waiting for us when the sun comes out.

What mud have you treaded recently? Have your changes bloomed into everything you hoped for?
I hope so.

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Spring-ed

With spring around the corner, I find myself longing for space.  I wish I had a backyard garden to grow big ripe tomatoes, fragrant daffodils, and fresh zucchini.  A place to sit and savor a refreshing drink while I collect my thoughts would be nice.  I'd love some fresh air -- air that smells like air and not any other chemical or human byproduct.  I'm forgetting what it feels like to go barefoot all day long, and how silence really sounds.  I'm losing my sense of nature, as it is slowly replaced with a sense of direction in this big city life. 

I hear New Yorkers describe the Big Apple as the best place on Earth.  I'd like to think that I've managed to avoid catching the Manhattan disease.  I still believe there is nothing better than a quiet seat somewhere in the middle of green, where you can't hear a car horn for miles, and the only lights on at night are the stars.

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