Spring appeared, momentarily, as it seems to do in the East.
A few days of warm thaw, enough to coax the blossoms into their pink and white glory,and then we're all swept away again by intermittent, breezy, brisk,
It always snows petals this time of year.
How quickly temperament changes.
That's how Lily and I have been. Anxious for Spring and Summer.
Enjoying our present but on the lookout for change.
I've not been in a great place; moods mercurial, exhausted mind and body, every morning refueled by Lily's spirit but everworn all the same.
Can I say that?
But just the other day in a fleeting moment of warmth,
under the sun I sat,
eyes closed, angled to the sky and just took it all in.
Felt good to have warmth on my face.
A quick recharge which eased my mind and heart a bit.
Everything is alright.
And it is.
I just have felt battered.
And wish for a slight reprise.
Over the weekend I went out, saw a friend and his life love play acoustic music and it was reassuring to see their bond - hear their present/future - woven confidently together by gracefully planned, wafting notes.
Just how it should always be.
Love Is Good.
And then he surprised me with a beautiful song, and she delivered it with strength and delicacy.
Over three years out.
Some wounds never heal.
I've known that and always will.
But friends and love are the best antidote around.
So I will cling to it as a promise and also a reminder that things are, and will continue to get
Better. (Listen here)