April

April 

showers bring May flowers...and before you know it summers here. In the spirit of slowing this crazy world down I'm going to pause a bit longer on this last day of April to take it all in. March and April are to me like the Atlantic shore. Taking all the hard knocks it can during this slight phase of  harsh reality that brings us all something new. Ahh April. A wild ride. The East Coast knows it better than most. Especially, right now.

     I have always had a lovely longing for the Northeast even long before I was introduce to its Thoroughbreds.  The stallions of the east stand strong and the colors of their pride is our color too. We all stand strong in the spring. The winds of change beckon us to and so we do. The choice is not always ours but yet it is, universally speaking. Anyway, May is almost here. The springtime of our year is here. Still. For one more brief respite longer called May. 1 2 3 4. May is coming with joy galore! Three cheers for this! This reminds me of my moniker.  My four daughters have always brought to me more joy than the average mama bear could possibly know and still this carries on. Their initials laid out serendipitously  say Artistically Kreated Just for Love. Amber, Kristin, Jamie & Leslie! Ahh April. Love is in the air....

     Spring would not be spring without the the great aid of the Jacaranda Tree. One of the best things about late spring is that this tree is just about to go off. We've been watching, those that do, the blossoms and leaves stretch out and yet the greatest show on earth is yet to come. The treetops are in bloom. The buds are poking out en mass and on some streets, those particularly named Jacaranda, the whole block is about to explode in color. The loveliest shade of purple I've ever known in a tree, the Jacaranda. One block over from me the trees are stately grand and quite mature. They touch on top. It's going to be magnificent soon, when they bloom in full.  I walk by on my way to work with anticipation heightened for all the little purple flowers of which there is a plethora. From ripe grapefruits, lemon and limes to bumblebees and spiders in bulbs  spring is sprung! When natures color comes to you in hues beyond belief....all seems well with the world...all seems well with me & I wish the same for you.  May all be well. 

     

March

     March is my birthday month. I've always liked falling into the flow of life and I think it may be, in part, because of this lovely month. March. It has a rythum of it's own. A beat. Three beats. Ready; that's January, Get set; that's February, and GO;...dadaaa March. Readysetgo!...It seems to be the time of year to take off like a little birdy in a nest. Time to look over the edge of the safely harbored twigs of life and contemplate the leap. It's just occured to me that every bird must parachute...whether they want to or not. A bird has no choice but too! No choice at all. To parachute freaks me out. My little Grandaughters nicname is turning out to be sweet birdy and I can clearly see why! One day she will fly. Her parachute will soar. I'll be watching.

     Age creeps up on us like the wind. I get thrown through the sky a lot. The blue sky and the black sky equally embrace me. I've taken lots and lots of steps up the graced and laced stairway to heaven. Should I stop counting. No. I shant. Each step, each year, each day, minuute, hour, nuiance of existence that's in the air is life given to me.  I try to stay cozy within myself. I've made peace with my soul. 57 years of climbing up the "Chutes & Ladders" is exhilerating. I'm exhilerated. Today that exhileration is heightened...once again. I hope fun finds me this year. More Fun! Starting today!

     My God gave me a load of presents already but none better than my four girls & their kids. The joy and love I recieve from them is clearly the fuel that fires me up. Star lights that keep my light bright. Like a lighthouse...they beckon me and I them. Look up look down look all around. Love and Light are near. Happy Dayz!

Love

What a wonderful theme this month carrys. I'm reminded of the little cherub who guides the arrow of love ever so pogninently focused before, wham...he lets loose! I wonder how often he lifts his arm in pursuit. I wonder how his aim is and if he landed his shot. The whole month for me has been an expansion of his continued energy. I have been feeling love all month and well before the traditional 14th. It seems the air about me is full of it! Love. What a lovely guiding force it is. It is so pronounced this very month. We feel the electricity of it all. We even feel the color alive in the form of pink. At least I do. All nature and nurturing feel alive and celebrated right now. I hope the days and weeks of the next month and the next continue to vibrate love. When love is present, anything and everything seem possible. Most of all hope. For hope does spring eternal, as the old adage goes....every year it does it again and again without fail.... The calender turns with love. From the New Beginning of January that lay behind the force of love to the last day of the love month of February and into new awaking of spring sprouting up all around...we are surrounded by love. May it continue for me and mine. May it continue for you and yours...all year long & evermore.~

New Beginnings

New Beginnings

     It's that time again. That time of new beginnings. Of course we have 365 new beginnings each year but for the whole month of January, I presume for all or most, or some, ok maybe a few, a throbbing consisits that lets us know this loud and clear. A dialouge that says something like..."Come on now...you can do this. Look at so and so and so and so and so and so and so and all the changes the world has made. You too can make a few!" This verse, in some capacity settles in my bones consistently this month. It is a month with good bones, I'll tell ya that. Some of the best people I know came to me in this month. Strong, vibrant, beautiful daughters and lighthearted tender grandsons and kind girlfriends all of whom inspire me daily. I set out with new eyes and new hope and new attitude which is everything! I've already fallen short of perfection but who cares...certainly not me. Perfection is an illusion I've decided, set out consume the perfect.

     Goals, oh my! I have many. I swear again to try. Some wiz by me dropping apps and awards and spectacular feats. I stand on my hill and applaud. I strive. I thrive. I smile. I try. With a turtles pace I move. This year I pray it's different. I pray time nudges me along a bit different with a greater purpose. A new pace. A new place. A new space. A new beginning. A new awareness. A new desire. Anew.

     I wish you all a fun time on your beginnings. Or endings. Or middle grounds. I wish you all know how valuable you are. On any timetable. As a long day lingers and hours fly bye somewhere in there is you and life. I hope you merge. This year, I will inspire myself to a higher standard and hope it floats your way. Back to you from where my inspiration came. I may not always succeed but know I'm out and about trying. Peace be to yours as to mine.