03/15/2026
MARCH
March...it is stepping out of the long exhausting winter...but still trudging through the vastness of cold and gray, waiting desperately for Spring. Then in comes the storm, whipping violent winds, throwing all around it into destruction. This tempest, quickly sneaks in, and takes all, the most vital and cherished. The destruction is beyond measure. In disbelief, you’re wrapped up tight, looking around, feeling the ache for what’s missing. Somber steps as there’s still a crunch beneath your feet. Still so much darkness that pulls you down, challenging your strength with each breath. This icy frost covers everything, how will this garden grow? Will anything ever be bright and ripe again? In the blink of an eye, you are completely wrapped in love, surrounded in the deepest compassion and adoration. The sun breaks through the heaviest, gloomiest of clouds with its brightness and warmth, to reveal what is left, what still stands strong, and what’s anew. The moss has turned to velvet, tiny spears of green are poking through the dirt, crocuses have shot through the earth in full bloom...kaleidoscoping their brilliant colors, there are trickling streams from the melted frost, that now feed the softened garden. It will be bright and ripe again, just different. Part of that garden has changed, it grows very differently, it grows within and around with a force that replenishes the rest of the garden. It feeds it with the highest love, and brings forth a new crop in abundance! The ripest and rosiest of life! The petals are fragile, but the roots are strong...so very strong! In the moments where the memories of that tempest whip you into the abyss, hands will reach through the storm to pull you out. And you will be walked, or if need be, carried into the sun, and through the garden where the love grows eternally. 💗
💫3/14/18
