What a Crazy Life

I didn’t realize how crazy busy life can get sometimes until the past few weeks.  With a full-time job, wedding planning and preparation, and having a temporary second job, life can get really hectic and tiring.  I feel like I’m about to pass out.  There is almost no time for myself and I’m not trying to be selfish but we all need some time to our selves so that we can revitalize our body and minds from the strains of everyday life.  I absolutely have had no time to read or write in the past few weeks and last week was the first week I haven’t posted anything on my blog.  My goal at the beginning of the year was to write in my journal or on my blog at least once a week and last week I was not able to.  I am not disappointed in myself and I will just move forward and learn to budget some time for myself a little better in the future.

This Morning: Spring Fever

Outside, beyond the window, as the day slowly warms, I have watched the snow melt in the backyard.  Falling from the branches of the cherry tree and being absorbed into the welcoming soil.  Gravity pulls the lifeblood ever downward waiting and preparing for the birth of spring.  Little shoots of life have already pushed upward through the dampened earth seeking the rays of sunshine.  The cycle of life begins again in this beautiful season.  My heart aches and I know what it desires but patience must overcome restlessness and the fever of freedom.

Blanket of Snow

A purity and innocence blanket the trampled and tired earth once again.  And like no other morning the light shines with intense brilliance beyond capturing.  You have to witness it to believe it but not today because your heart is overflowing with unseen knowledge.  Somehow you sense the truthfulness and you remain at peace while contemplating the love that burns deep inside of you.  Your thoughts turn towards the heavens and the world is left somewhere far behind.

Restless Butterfly

It’s springtime again and the poetry has somehow escaped my thoughts in the warming air.  They say it won’t last very long and the coldness will return with another possible blanket of white.  My heart grows restless for the continuing warmth to wash over me and for the freedom of landscapes to traverse.  I have a romance with the impossible but I enjoy the dreams and the anticipation of finding liberty of soul.  I’m comfortable with life and my love overflows but my heart echoes from yesterday and nature is pulling at my strings.  It’s time to pack up the backpack and journey the adventure once again but at the same time it’s time to settle in if only for a little bit.  She will understand the fluttering butterfly wanting to dry its wings from being cocooned.