in the midst of chaos...comes spring

Mankind is a violent, cruel species.  Evolved from whatever your beliefs are based in, we have a tendency to destroy our own, with no thought to the value, or the uniqueness and individuality that we each possess.  The events yesterday in Boston during the Boston Marathon served to reinforce this for me.  And I paused to think about the past several weeks...

I have had time to reflect on many things since mid-February, through surgeries (one my own), illnesses, allergies from hell, the day to day crises that have been my life.  My mood has been sinking lower and lower.  I stopped taking photos, stopped painting, and stopped writing.

Then...spring arrived.  A little bit at a time, it arrived.  One leaf at a time, one rainstorm after another, days that warmed slowly.  It crept up until suddenly, a day came and my eyes noticed that winter had finally left.  The seasons pass as surely as time in an hourglass...there is no stopping it.  Which is as it should be.

I find suddenly the urge to strike out on my own again...with camera, pen and ink, paints and canvas, and words.

So, here I am.  And here is my spring...

...life is good. ~cath
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