All is growth
and growing
stretching
reaching
busting out
breaking free.

Of the quiet cold
the chill pause
contemplative
recovery
rebuild
rest, restore
space closes.

The frantic fast
and furious
lust for life
is popping now.
In leaves and
buds expressing
joy for this
season & sun.

Contrasts 
shifts
transitions
seasons like clouds
fly by my
windows
stir my blood
awaken my
own lust,
desire, reaching.

What are you
seeking that is not
already within you, Love?

What feeling words
are reaching for 
the light today?
presence?
curiosity?
clarity?
kindness?
vitality?
gratitude?

Every season
finds its voice.

There is 
nuance in the noise
a story
a lesson
a love
a turning
a trap
a message?

Always a 
message
budding.
Of truth
of beauty
of growth
of calm
nothing is 
“small” or
wasted.

5/1/2026