How lovely to be this spider, awash in the most brilliant yellow at midday, a glorious diffusion of of our most basic source of everything---light, sunlight. Looks like a symphony of the highest order to me, how I wish I could curl up in there for just a few moments. But instead I walk away, confirming that we will paint Ruth's new room we are building a shade of yellow, a compromise I give myself to hold onto that beauty for a while longer.
Signs of spring are everywhere, even though getting through this last push of winter is a challenge for me. I am ready for more color, that spring green that makes everything happy and cheerful and okay, that reawakening and recognizable pulsing of life that I am so longing for. I know I shouldn't get ahead of myself, be in the moment for Gods sake, but deep within myself I am tired of being tired, tired of the latent passive energy of winter where growth is invisible and we hold ourselves tightly from the cold, withdrawing and moving ever so slow.....
We're planning some major shifts on the farm and for our future. So many of our dreams have come true and sometimes dreams aren't always what they seem. So we are dreaming new ones up and it feels good. If time is really a construct, why aren't we able to be our future selves at this moment and know all that we will know then? I guess life wouldn't have quite the edge and excitement for us.
How lovely to be this spider, awash in the most brilliant yellow at midday, a glorious diffusion of of our most basic source of everything---light, sunlight. Looks like a symphony of the highest order to me, how I wish I could curl up in there for just a few moments. But instead I walk away, confirming that we will paint Ruth's new room we are building a shade of yellow, a compromise I give myself to hold onto that beauty for a while longer. 
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