I love this holiday - maybe for the childhood memories it brings of making small paper baskets filled with homemade paper flowers to leave on neighbor's doors . . . or perhaps because it always seems to signal, truly, the end of winter. That finally we have made it into the clear. The trees are budding, the garden is lush . . . the world is awake again, and what's more - thriving.
I love how that feels. How it looks. How it makes me feel.
I'm looking forward; hopefully, expectantly, happily. To wonderful possibilities from a wonderful place.
I am thriving.
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