The flowers blooming in California remind me that soon spring will arrive here, too. This rain and the dreariness is just a prelude. (A prelude that has been sorely missing in California, which is in the midst of a horrendous drought.)
It's been such a mild winter, to my relief. Once again, I have made it through these long, dark days. Seasons come and go and I do my best to honor them all. I can't love every day perfectly, but I can love, every day. And I can be grateful for the time that I have here. I am grateful for the time that I have here.
So very grateful.