Ramblings about Spring and poetry.

Hello! It’s been a while! I have been buckling down on getting my Mama poetry book done and… almost there! Manuscript is done, edited and awaiting formatting and fitting to the Amazon template. I am learning that I love writing; but I don’t love the discipline of putting it all into the tidy package of a book that is worth paying money for. I much prefer the casual freedom of blog reflections.

But the joy of the finished product is worth fighting for and I hope to have the book released on Mother’s Day. I’ll keep you posted!

Spring is coming! Little purple and white flowers are popping up and the daffodils are on their way. I am so looking forward to colour!! Perhaps it is because the only kitchen, living room, home I see right now is mine. I have dyed and cut my hair and rearranged my furniture more times in the last year than other season in my life. Trying to mix up the monotony of this strange time.

I thank God for seasons and the rhythms of nature that shelter me in routine.

“While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.””
‭‭Genesis‬ ‭8:22‬ ‭ESV‬‬
https://www.bible.com/59/gen.8.22.esv

I can soak in the comfort of this verse and dream about my garden and letting my daughter run out the door without a coat and boots. She’s a wild girl like me who can’t wait to sink her bare feet into dirt again.

This has been a hard winter in so many ways. It hit home the most on a joyful day when our local park was covered with snow, and children’s shrieks of excitement filled the air as sleds of all kinds sped down the hill. Parents stood along the top sharing conversations and smiles.

In that moment it felt like there was no covid and the world was normal again. My daughter was too small for the hill so we stood at the playground and just soaked in the sight and sounds of people having fun. I almost cried.

So now I am looking forward to Spring, and the change of seasons that brings the hope of more happy times together.

Going back to poetry, I will leave you with a passage from an ancient love song. But first my word for you: in every season may you know that you are loved and that you were wonderfully and beautifully made by God with intention and purpose for this time.

“Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away, for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.”
‭‭Song of Solomon‬ ‭2:10-12

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