Spring is arriving in my woods. Green tips on underbrush, peepers at the creek, and birds singing their songs of love.
At dawn, on the path to my writing cabin, I look up between the oaks to watch two red-tailed hawks circle one another. Soon they'll make their nest high in one of my trees and I can only hope its close enough to watch with my spotting scope.
Spring brings with it the opportunity to start again. You are the master of your own fate, create the space for that reality and stand strong within it. Bring a piece of the light of yourself to everyone you meet. Take responsibility for the space you hold here, and make a difference within that space.
What is real and what is lasting is who you are.
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Thanks Sal. Once again, I seem to read your writing when I need to the most.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Court! No one can take away the gift you were meant to bring. Your blog gives so much to so many. I am proud of you.
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