Shimmering Glimmer

There is a small stream that hides in the forest.

It stays completely hidden from my view most of the time.

Early in the morning with the help of reflected sunshine,

I can occasionally catch a glimpse of its location.

A dazzlingly bright shimmer dances and sparkles in the sun.

I’m being blessed with a beautiful reminder of its presence.

I think I will refer to these sightings as a glimmer of hope.

I love thoughts that paint a picture that can be easily shared.

Just because you cannot see something does not mean that it is not there.

Quick Kick-start

Inertia causes a strange emotional

sensation to trigger in my brain.

I start to get saddened.

I’ve learned to respond

by quickly changing gears

and making myself do something.

I never equate relaxing or resting

with the oppressive nature

of apathy or lethargy.

When I take a break,

I am very actively,

intentionally unwinding.

Today, I need to give myself a quick kick-start.

Step Lively

There are innumerable possibilities before me.

The confines of winter are melting away.

I’m ready to explore, learn new things, and frolic.

I’m making notations of fun outings to plan and enjoy.

I’m compiling a reading list to take to the library.

I’m ready to break out of the winter routines.

My mind and body have been hampered by the cold.

The lazy sluggishness needs to be destroyed and replaced.

Starting now, there is a new spring in my step.

(Oh yes … pun intended!)

Foxy

I don’t get to see Mr. Fox very often.

He is an elusive fellow.

When I’m blessed with a glimpse of him

I stop and watch very carefully.

His movements are cunningly calculated.

He treads through the forest with his head down.

His steps appear to be deliberate and unhurried.

He purposefully leaves an easy trail to follow.

Then he doubles back out from some tangled shrubbery.

No longer on a straight path, he leaps erratically.  

With his head held high he springs quickly towards home.

His scent would be hard to track.

I think I know the general area of his den.

I would not be surprised to be wrong.

Spring Symphony

There are birds singing in the forest this morning.

The happy chatter is warming my heart.

I would love to turn the volume up and dance.

I will Praise God for the gift and savor the moment.

The morning symphony will soon be commonplace.

Balmy temperatures will be applauded and celebrated.

We will all have something new to sing about.

I love the melody of spring.

Signs of Life

I saw signs of life this weekend.

I noticed moss growing on the side of a tree.

The forest is shaking off the winter and starting to move forward.

The transition has begun and I’m rejoicing.

Frustration is beginning to be replaced with anticipation.

Transformation is a strange phenomenon.

We either struggle to be patient

or strain to keep up with change.

I have decided to enjoy the process.