There is no time like Spring,When life’s alive in everything.– Christina Rossetti, ‘Spring‘ Hello, March! Ah, I love this month: blooming buds, catkins on the trees, tulips making their debut—it puts a spring in my step! This change of season has so much to teach us about hope. After winter always comes spring. February was full of forward motion on my 2023 goals, waves of grief, and wildly exciting progress in my health. Grief, as I’m continuing to learn, is…
Welcome back for my second installment of Cultivating Health! I shared my story with you in part 1. What a journey this has been, with daily insights, new steps forward, and progress in a short time. A LOT can happen in a month, friends! In keeping with my word for 2023, and knowing little by little steps add up, here’s what happened over the last month. February Steps Forward: — First and most importantly, I got a new diagnosis on…
A snowy path for squirrel and fox,It winds between the wintry firs.Snow-muffled are its iron rocks,And o’er its stillness nothing stirs.But low, bend low a listening ear!Beneath the mask of moveless whiteA babbling whisper you shall hear—Of birds and blossoms, leaves and light. – Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts Those words whisper to the deepest part of my soul: spring is coming! As much as I long for spring, though, I know it’s made all the more refreshing by the…
I’ve never been able to predict the journey the Lord will take me on each year—He often surprises me! When I chose my word for 2023, I had no idea how much I’d learn about my health in even the first 17 days of the year. Summarizing what led me here felt a bit daunting, but this was important to write, even just for myself. Writing is one way I acknowledge change and accept it. I feel restless when words…
New Year, good-morning! Come and bringUs days that smile and days that singOut from the drifts of swirling snowThat through the mirky midnight blowAnd clutch with frosty hands and cling.Hark! how the joy-bells chime and ringThy birth, and new hope set a-wing.With hands outstretched you come; and soNew Year, good-morning!– Alexander Maclean My deepest conversations with Ari tend to happen in our walk-in closet. It’s a small space under the stairs, and, over time, two chairs somehow made their way…