Bring it on~

Pulling out of my driveway, rolling down the window, and blasting U2-there is a time when our souls just jump up ,and down...that time is Spring! Bring on the robins singing in the windows outside of my beautiful 1949 windows! A sound like no other we know that the seasons past of a serious blizzard, ice cracking my cute, little Scion window shield, and Covid-19 stealing a serious part of our lives- a gentle peek from a spring bird brings joy!

As I drive up the road, and miss the crazy pot holes that have emerged from the dark winter, there is freedom in rolling down the window, smelling that fabulous Spring smell of grass trying to pull itself up from beneath the ground as well as the crocuses. Beautiful purples, and greens as we eagerly await the eventual lily of the valley to fill in where there was a blank patch of brown nothingness. In the daytime it is as if things have come to life, and even the air has its own special aroma-fresh, free, and energizing!

Night time as I approach my little XB Scion, clicking on my keychain to find it in the parking lot of the hospital, I find home. A new awakening to the number of Covid-19 patients disappearing, and a short walk to the car, I look up to the beautiful moon a spring evening brings along with a gentle breeze, and a sweet smell that can only be defined as Spring itself..

It was a week to remember this March of 2022. Three funerals that did not make sense. A young woman of triplets with a troubled psyche. This was what Covid-19 helped contribute to our minds. Feast or famine if a person could wrap their heads around isolation or possibly not. Another passing was of a very young, rather successful even younger friend of my youngest son. Every single thing going for him, but it just was not enough..

The last death was a friend. A friend that I grew up with, and had know since the young age of seventeen. U2 on MTV in 1983 brought it all back, and as we grieve these dear people, and recognize the end of their dear lives, we must move on to Spring, and the beginnings of new things, and new lives.

As we continue to search for the rain that will bring the newness, however we must remember that our precious lives are just that-as precious as a gem that has yet been cut, or a pearl hidden inside its home. Living in the United States at this moment is not to be taken granted for even though gas was four bucks the other day. Glad to be free, and putting regular into my little Scion gas tank.

Again as I drive down the road with the spring wind sneaking through the windows, and see the great, beautiful sunrise in Ohio, and go through drive-through to get my coffee with two creams, and continue on down the road it is a certainly wonderful, breath full of goodness! Dew on the grass, Robins, and Cardinals, and even an occasional Blue Jay. They all make it better. They all sing the songs of new beginnings, a possible disappearance of Covid-19, and our lives open up to appreciate every single, precious breath that we take. Every move we make.

Purple and yellow crocuses. Lily-of-the Valley, eventually lilac bushes will grace us with their enchanted blooms, and fragrances gently reminding us that to open our eyes first. Then to peek out the windows of life, and gracefully, gregariously, recklessly live this new Spring to the fullest!