Tuesday, March 31, 2015
I think about my blogger buddies all the time, but lately I have had ZERO inspiration. Maybe it was the winter that at this point feels like a rude house guest. Or, it could be that I have been working really hard on a project (not decorating related) that I'm just not ready to share yet. Quite possibly, it's that my job is way too hectic, and what little time is left I spend with my loved ones. Whatever the case, I've given myself the right to not blog or visit websites or comment because in this nice world, you people, whom I consider my people, understand.
Still, it just wouldn't be right if I didn't post something daffodil related since this pitiful, neglected blog of mine is called Daffodil Hill.
Today is the eleventh anniversary of my mother's death, and this past week two friends have lost parents: a mother and a father. When my mother died, I remember thinking Thank God it's spring. At least there will be flowers. At least there will be sunlight and warmth. And it was this miracle of spring that got me through. There is no way around grief, and at times I was suffused with it. Fine one minute and weeping the next.
In this Easter season, I plan to focus on the miracle of Christ and his resurrection and what that means for all of us.
I hope that wherever you are or whatever you're going through, the miracle of spring fills you with wonder, makes you stop and breathe deeply and rejoice in this fleeting gift of life.