grace this week is all about the wonder and beauty of spring. she arrives suddenly but softly with color and light just at the moment hope is beginning to wane and we start to believe that life is just plain harsh.
she allows us to see with new eyes. to touch and feel our world. to experience our own rebirth that mirrors the thousand tiny births taking place each second around us.
for me, reconnecting with a familiar life: the first farm market of the season. there were easter egg radishes and pea tendrils. children laughed and played. organic farmers smiled even while telling tales of their hardest winter ever. the air smelled of kettle corn and pear blossoms.
grace, grace, grace.
