As I shed things I no longer need in anticipation of our move, I’m relishing the signs of rebirth that happen every spring. When I need to take a break from digging into dark corners, bundling up clothes that don’t work for me anymore or books I’ve already read, I make my way to the back garden and marvel at the level of detail in the frilly blue columbines or fucshia-hearted rock roses.
When I was a little girl we sang a children’s hymn about “little purple pansies touched with yellow gold.” The message wasn’t particularly religious, just an admonition to “try, try, try” to gladden whatever corner we found ourselves in–whether dark or sunny, warm or cold. This Easter season I’m grateful for the people and beliefs that have gladdened my dark corners. Wishing you all some bright spots of hope wherever you find yourself today.