It is drab outside. Dark brown, gray, rust with hints of dingy green. My light-sensitive eyes enjoy not squinting, but my spirit longs for sunlight, growth, something new.
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Fresh flowers. Citrus fruit. Coffee. These are the items that keep me whole during these last few weeks of winter gloom.
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Raining and bleak outside. Late afternoon. I stop at our local grocery hoping to grab a few essentials. The place is crowded with shoppers who, to put it politely, are very focused on their objectives. Chaos. Unhappiness.
Waiting three deep in front of the milk case I notice an older woman who is completely relaxed in the middle of this madness. She radiates health, calm– and has excellent posture.
Intrigued, I look more closely and realize who it is. Lilias Folan. Of PBS yoga fame. I quietly congratulate myself for paying attention– and stand up straighter. Stomach in, shoulders back. Move forward with grace.
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I buy a bright yellow and green pillar candle. At home I put the candle on a plate and set it on the granite counter in the kitchen. I light the candle and the reflection of the flame on the counter gives me hope. There is Spring in our kitchen. For now. I feel better.
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Weekend plans keep me focused on doing. As much as I want to, I can’t sit and stare out the window at nothing. I must prepare. Get ready.
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Purple. Orange. Yellow. Pansies planted in the fall. Which colors will survive the winter? Every year it is different. I wait to see. Curiosity replaces ennui.
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The dark green stems of the daffodils are shooting up in the backyard. Cheery yellow. A bit of orange. Color is on its way. I am revived.