Spring has arrived here in Maine. With it comes a snowstorm, which I’ve always referred to as our “joke storm,” as it always seems to arrive on, or just after, the equinox.
Celebrating with friends, feeling the awakening of the land and my own hopes. Considering the seeds I’d like to plant, with a focus on bringing dreams to fruition.
I wish everyone a joyous spring. May light winds blow. May the spark of family and community burn bright. May the waters cleanse and nourish you, and may the earth provide for you.