You can feel it in the air. The winds are shifting, people are stirring, the sun is shining a little longer each day. After the history making snow and ice that gripped our unprepared state just 2 weeks ago, I found the first tiny leaves coming out from my dormant rose bushes, peering out through thorny bare branches. We are on the cusp of Spring, and with it, the cusp of hope.
Perhaps it is just me, but I also feel a shift in spirits. There is a bounce in the steps of people I meet each day. Cautiously optimistic, I am starting to believe we’re about to turn a corner in life as we’ve known it for the last year. I hope we take care to honor the ones no longer here to enjoy that gift, and to be gentle to those who struggle still.
Kind is the one who journeys forth with an extended hand of comfort and a quiet whisper of strength.
Bluebonnets are coming; it is the rite of a Texas Spring. It is the assurance in these parts, that there is expected promise. We are more than ready.
