just when it felt as though spring was certainly on her way here in texas...we have a little cold snap. out come the coats and hats again (that are never really too far away this time of year)...
the ebb and flow of the seasons. the welcoming of the new. and the lingering of the old. it is the dance. and there is a rhythm in this for us, as well. like the ocean tides. and like our children, who reach out to experience new things, separate from us...only to come back in to the security and comfort of our arms, to prepare for the next excursion.
yours in the ebb and flow of ever-present rhythm,
shelley
