lifefullyinhabited

Spring

In my new season of grieving, life moves at a different pace.  Since my mom died, I have had really wonderful days

and really difficult days.

Like this painting, my days have color and form, but no depth.

Flat.

This is far better than days that feel gray and lifeless.

I am eagerly awaiting the tulips.  I planted lots of bulbs last fall, hoping to bless

my mom with lots of colorful blooms this spring.

Now, I guess, they were really for me.  I didn’t know how much

I would need that hope.

That longed for colorful bloom.

For the world to erupt in beauty, color, form, and depth.

The spring rains have begun, gloomy days continue.

But I have this hope.

It will look like this again soon: