Yesterday the goldfinch were dreaming about summer, all in their golden finery. Back and forth they flew to the feeders, singing from bare treetops that pulse with coming greenery. I love spring, and all those earthy delights that rise up out of (seemingly) nothingness. So much hope comes to us through nature.
Today, however, we all awoke to holy hushes as winter spiraled down from Heaven to redecorate. From my bed, I could watch the dancing, the silent applauding of two seasons greeting each other. It wasn't a tug of war, not at all. It was delight, sheer delight of differing friends seeing the other's glory.
Though Chloe and I are both recovering from respiratory illnesses, what could we do but wrap up and go outside to fill our ailing lungs with clean, cold air. Ears up, tail wagging my dear little friend was eager to take a morning romp, and I decided this was our Sabbath together, our time to love our lives and the One who blessed us with so much utter goodness. Never question if God loves you. First God made this earth, and then God said, "I want to share." So here, here we are, made for love, out of love, to love.
Over and over again, I found reason to love. The snow embraced the spring, and they melted together into a warmth known only to those willing to risk. I want to be such a risk-taker. I want to love with wild abandon and to trust, to trust in the most unnatural, forboding instances that something miraculous is rising up... is rising up in me. Yes. It is spring. And yes. The ground is covered in snow. One beauty merging into another.
It is enough to be here. It is enough to roam and wonder and thrill that there is always more to see than what my eyes can see or what my mind can comprehend. It is enough, this love, this life.
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