Spring forth!

Last month the ground was hard and barren, today a hyacinth and a daffodil is in bloom. March is almost over and April is just around the corner. Spring is here and time to prepare the flower garden for a new growing season.

Life is like a flower garden. Some years it goes untended and overgrown. Vines and weeds grow abundant. But spring arrives like it always does. Now is the time to disturb the soil, pull the vines and weed the weeds.

Otherwise the flowers in our lives will be overcomed, our joys squashed. Take the time to tend to your garden.

Family time and conflicts

Taking care of everyone and making everyone happy is impossible but taking care of yourself is necessary.

Even though going to visit family in florida made some in my family happy, going made others angry. "How could you not go to your own granddaughter's christening?" Instead I went to see my daughter at her intern location and participated in my nephew's baptism in sunny Florida.

I need to do things for me ( in the sunshine). And sometimes I will disappoint, get over it.

Winds of Change

Life expectancies has increased in my lifetime with healthier lifestyles for all. I can expect to work at least 20+ more years. After spending the first 20+ years maturing into an adult. The second 20+ years of my life raising 5 children; doing the homemaker/homeschooler thing; our 5 children are finally reaching our goals of being intelligent adults who will make a difference in our world. It is time to think and re-plan.

Time to sink my roots deeply into the soil and draw in the nutrients I need for our future. I have been torn between my family's needs and my needs. In reality my needs are also my family's needs. My family also needs me to be a healthy individual.

My branches moan, all my family have ever seen me do in the past is pour out my heart and soul into their growth and the growth of our family at the expense of my emotional and physical health. I was bent and sagging as the Weeping Willow.

I wish to stand tall as the Oak with arms outstretched. So I pull up my branches and shake them in the winds of change. Stretching out my branches and digging in my roots. We all cry out in shock. Doing so upsets the soil and bumps my branches.

I feel good. The warmth of the air surrounding me is good. Yet the past tears at me, pulling me, trying to bend me back. See me as who I am. God does not make junk, I am good.