. . . Perhaps that is where our choice lies . . . In determining how we will greet each new beginning. (Arnold)
-creativity lies in connecting the seemingly unconnected- (Plomer)
It has been a week of allowing body parts that weren’t recognized as being tense slowly relax, and letting grace-filled words like “not broken, simply unfinished” (Gorman) sink into a troubled heart.
The pandemic still rages. Vaccine distribution is problematic. Political games by power figures still appall, while lives hang in the balance. Economic anxiety and pain. Mental and emotional stress take a toll. And on and on . . .
But even as sleet falls today, I sense a hint of spring, a touch of green pushing upward from somewhere deep in frozen earth. And a call to create, to connect the unconnected, to see opportunity in even the seemingly deepest injustice.
The seed catalogue lies opened on my table, and I am dreaming of masses of flowers and new varieties of vining spinach. Even a steaming cup of tea offers new possibilities for conversation that has never been before, even if it is only with ourselves.