Pause for the light

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

e.e.cummings

How I love the early hints of spring. The sunrise this morning was jaw-dropping, as is the current parade of plants. First came the hellebores, with their downward facing blooms, then the purple and yellow crocuses. Buds appeared on the fruit trees, the forsythia looks like it’s ready to pop, and a few lone daffodils jumped out last night. The daphne has stepped on stage for its starring moment, one that lasts (alas) only a couple of weeks, when it sends me into an intoxicated swoon each time I catch its scent.

Spring is on the way! Let its yearly feast for the senses begin.

In case you missed any recent posts, take a big breath of early spring and enjoy a few:

• Last week, I shared with you news of my great project: a book on creating, working and thriving in the second half of life. (Could we retire retirement?) A number of you shared snippets of your post-midlife adventures (thanks so much) further proving that rumors of our decline are WAY off!

• The week before I wrote about my push-pull relationship to this thing called tidying, albeit tongue-in-cheek, or at least I hope you knew it was tongue-in-cheek. The ultimate guide to tidying (Marie Kondo, you didn’t go far enough).

• Before that, I was thinking of us introverts when I designed a set of camisoles that could greatly help us when we don’t want to talk or be disturbed. What to say when you don’t want to say anything.

• And, if you thrive on giving lots of advice, in early February I wrote  Five Reasons Advice Doesn’t Work and When It Might which, arguably, might have sounded like a piece of advice.

There’s a lot of darkness out there these days. Sharing the light keeps me going–I hope it helps you!