Like an Anchor


Yesterday, near evening, my wife and I walked around the yard looking for signs of spring. It was sunny, blue skies, warm temperatures and we were desperate to find buds, green, visages of life at the beginning of March.

We were able to spot a few. A new leaf here, a baby limb there, but there was nothing that shouted; “Spring!” just whispers, rumors, of the dead of winter passing and the newness of another season on the cusp of birth.

It was good to spy even the slightest changes. Winter begins to cling to my spirit, like an anchor weighing me down until my soul feels like it will be stuck in it’s dead state forever. It was nourishing to be reminded of the life to come.

@BrianLoging (Twitter)



About is a place for sojourners walking this spiritual path called life. - Brian Loging,, is lead writer at tWS. He is also a speaker, author, poet.

Posted on March 6, 2016, in Life and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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