why does it seem that spring is so reluctant to make her entrance this year?
easter is late and just two weeks away. most of the earth here is still brown, the days still damp and chilly.
i long for warmth and color.
spring seems perched on the edge, just peeking around the corner, making me wait.
i myself perched and ready.
ready to jump, but not quite there.
there are climbing lessons, i haven’t dared to officially sign up for, scared my time won’t come through.
there are photos, to be reproduced, ideas floating in my head to be sold.
there is a book in progress, waiting for me to sit down and add another 3,o00 words to what is there.
there is a man, right now in Tennessee, who feels like family, but who is just out of my reach.
sometimes the waiting is the hardest part, when you feel greatness around the corner.
in time. time is a teacher.
telling me, this is a path, but one with a direction.
giving me just a taste to hold on to, and keeps me thinking forward.