In the rain, there is hope. The earth is given a clean slate, softening it’s hard places allowing new life to emerge. I love the rain. I long to for this new place, a…
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It appears effortless, this changing of the seasons. We open our winter weary eyes, and there it is. Life is returning to us all. The sky is peppered with sweet pastel blossoms and soft…
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It is the season of burning away the old, preparing for what is to come. Setting fire to the dross can be frightening. It has become familiar, and feels like part of me. But…