There is a balance to every day, week, month, year, life.  There are highs and there are lows.  There are pick me ups and drag me downs.  There is the in between – there is content…not CONTENT like a table of….but content as in ‘at ease with life’.   For every no there is a yes.  There is balance.

I love living in a place that has four seasons and every spring I am reminded of this as I put my flip flops on for the first time and think about the lightness of it all.  Without the wool socks and boots of winter I would never appreciate the lightness of the flip flop.  There is a joy of planning your first spring pedicure and thinking about the color you will splash on your toes…coral, no orange or maybe RED….maybe pink.  In the matter of a few days we’ll see new life start to bud on the trees here and it all seems so perfectly timed.

The goodness of spring is just surrounding me – ideas are growing, dreams are budding, lives are progressing.  It’s like the hibernation has done me good.  Everything isn’t coming up roses there is still a fair share of shit but I’m using it to fertilize the situation…to remind me that you have to deal with some shit to grow really pretty roses.  I’ve taken the anger and bitterness about the situation and I’ve let it go…I’ve decided that there will be a karmic fate dealt to those that have done me wrong and that I need not play a role in it at any level.  And that feels really good.

A month ago I was finding the solitude suffocating….and now I’m reveling in it.  At night when I take Mandy out I stand on the cold slate tiles in my bare feet and I look up to the stars and I’ll wait until a new one comes out.  The stars always come out…you either see them or you don’t.