Happy Spring

As the snow melts, and the cold begins to recede, what new life sprouts in the Garden Of Your Imagination? What traces of new tales lie resting, waiting for their moment in the sun?

The Garden Of My Imagination uses Winter to truly Live. It is a life of quiet solitude, and certainty. It is nourished by the living waters of the snow, and encouraged by the expansiveness of the nighttime sky. For me, the tales do not lie in waiting; rather, they dance and flit within and throughout my Garden and to the Great Forests beyond. They beckon. “Come!” They call, “come and see the world through Our Eyes, come tell the tale of your Life with Our Voices.” And so I follow.

And now…now as the days grow longer, and whispered promises turn to songs of triumph and rejoicing, how shall you nourish your Garden?

Happy Spring.