Wednesday, March 30, 2011
After a few days visit with my sons, daughter-in-law and granddaughter I am home and happy, albeit exhausted. Back to work today and wishing I had more time to write and paint. But each day is a gift and I must wrap it in my thoughts and plans and move on until that glorious moment when time is mine. I am trying out some new things--such as focus on poetry and possibly a memoir compiled of poems, haiku, haibun and art. A new approach to the complex challenge of writing a raw and difficult story. But even as gray clouds spread across the sky, crocus are sprouting and creamy yellow forsythia blossoms are dotting bare brown branches along the fence line. As spring approaches I lift my shoulders to the sun and allow the lightness inside me to fill with hope for the future.