I awoke this morning to the sound of birds singing their songs outside my window.
In my foggy headed morningness, I thought... It's Spring. The instant rush of hope reminded me that there is newness at work throughout every moment... Even if it is taking place place deep within the soil under our feet.
So I will sow the seeds of my hopes and dreams down deep in the soil and wait patiently for a new season... one of promise, new growth and bright new days.
Until then, I will be in the studio... doing the work that has been set before me.
Blessings to you, dear ones.
A new day is coming.