A beautiful day

Sometimes we forget just how beautiful our lives are. We rush from place to place, project to project, task to task without noticing the wonderful things around us. We complain about lack of time, lack of freedom, lack of what the “Jones” have; never once stopping to think what a beautiful day it is.

I admit I do this, but as I am growing older and wiser I am stopping more often. I ignore the strange looks I get when I stop along the sidewalk to enjoy the beauty of the flowers, warmth of the sun and occasionally the raindrops on my face.



Last weekend in all the hustle and bustle of Easter festivities, I had to run to Walmart to grab a few things. I parked by the garden section and walked in. Immediately I was struck by the most beautiful scent. I stopped, looked around and found the culprit to be the Easter lilies & hyacinths on display. The sale clerk looked at me strangely but when I bent over the fragrant flowers I looked up again and smiled, and so did she.

Spring is often a season that comes and goes so swiftly here in Ohio. We are happy to usher out the snowy winter weather but often want to jump right into backyard bbq’s and pool parties. Spring is the in-between of boredom and fun times. Spring is often my favorite time of year.



It is often the perfect temperature for me: cool nights, warm days, jeans & t-shrit weather. It is also a season of renewal: flowers blooming, gardens being planted, baby animals everywhere. But most of all it is a time that we can and should sit down for a moment and just be.

So, I want you to do me a huge favor- stop what you are doing, walk outside or open a window. Let the warm sun hit your face while the fragrant blooms penetrate your senses and just be still. I promise, it is totally worth it.

First signs of spring

First signs of spring

Sure some might say that the first signs of spring are the buds on the trees or the tiny green seedlings pushing their way toward the sun. Some might say it is because the fall fashion shows have come and gone, as have the winter clothes from the shopping centers. But to me the first sign of spring is the starting of my Mustangs engine.

We were lucky enough to have a "winter" car so that I wouldn’t have to drive the Mustang and let it sit away from the salty Ohio roads.

Starting up the car, backing out and dreaming of the open road is as soul warming as a sunny day. Call me crazy but it is amazing the feeling of driving my favorite car to work. It is like a vacation for my brain.

We all need one of those—vacations that is…the mustang, however is all mine.

Marching lions

Marching lions

They have said that March comes in like a lion and leaves like a lamb, for me it has been oh so true.

February was rather stressful as my day job became increasingly horrible. Much to my chagrin it was a repeat of last summer. I did what I did last summer, only this time it blew up in my face. Life has been hell for me for weeks. But I survived.

I now am tippy toeing back into life as I like it. As I tippy toe I must say I am sorry for falling off the radar for the last few weeks. I haven’t had the energy to open my laptop and do more then check email.

We set our clocks ahead this morning and I am setting my outlook ahead too; looking forward to spring and then summer. Waiting for the snow that buried us this weekend to melt and the first tiny green leaves to poke their way up to the surface reaching for the sun.

When I think of how hard those tiny plants work to get through the layers of soil, I again am reminded that the world is so much bigger then what is in my orbit. That my struggles are just that my struggles, and like those tiny plants I must keep pushing towards my goals and dreams, but most of all my tiny space in the sunlight.