Do you see this beautiful berry? It was almost ready to be picked. Mmmm. The first berry of the season.
Then this sad Tweet:
I’m on it like white on rice:
finally, spring
It was such a lovely day today that I headed out to the Monastery of the Holy Spirit for the afternoon.
I intended to sit in the cool half light of the church, but when I parked I was overcome with the desire to sit in the sun. The field was inviting, and the birds were all singing at once.
There was a blanket in the back seat, a leftover from a harsher than normal winter, so I made myself a little island in the middle of a green ocean. The birds sang to me and the sun finally got past the ever-present chill and warmed me. All the way through.
I read and wrote, and I think maybe I dozed a little in the sun, too. And then the bells called us all to prayer. I couldn’t resist the pull. Look, the gate was open for me.
therapy
Because
I can’t just
make
things go
KABOOM!
like Marvin.