Through my kitchen window, I see the sun finally making an appearance through a cleft in the Wasatch. It’s bright yellow hue promises glory to this day, to the future, and warmth and light into my life. The cold of this long bitter winter, while not totally exhausted, will no longer be the focal point of my life, no longer the center of my attention. The seemingly endless monochromatic winter sky with its rare pinpricks of light is turning, thankfully, to vivid shades of blue.
Spring approaches, and I anticipate..eagerly.. the greening of the earth, the tantalizing scent of flowers and grass as day replaces night. Now, my world will return to a proper course, and life become joyful, even jubilant. I have used this winter to reflect, to analyze, and grow; but like the bear waking from hibernation, I am now hungry for new adventures, new sights, new people and the input I crave so deeply. Through movement, my muscles will overcome the aches and pains of this listless existence; through experience, my mind will stretch, expand, and absorb. Life is not perfect, as the sage states; but it certainly is improving.
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