Thankful for Each One
I haven’t gotten used to winter. The trees and flowers hibernating, the greys and browns, the cloudy skies and shortened days. The temps today we’re spring like, almost 70 degrees, but the blossoms, warm breezes and sights and sounds of Earth being reborn were missing. I fight the urge each year not to find a cave and sleep away this dreaded season. I do my best to remember each season has a purpose, a rhythm, a lesson to learn, a way of growing me.
Wisdom tells me that all times of life are precious, even those we’d rather rush through or zone out until it passes. So, I take breath, look for the light each day, each season brings and try to be thankful for them all.