With all this rain we’ve had lately, all I have been thinking about is planting seeds. A little cold snap a few weeks ago actually made me thankful I had done some procrastinating.
Every spring, we have the hope of new things to come.
Spring brings creativity to life, in the ground, on the trees, and with flowers bursting forth to get us out of our winter rut. In Northport and Tuscaloosa, the first weekend of April brings artists out to share their creativity. Galleries pull out all the stops with catering, bands, and cultural stimulation.
So far this year, it feels like we’ve all been in hibernation longer than usual. March, however, often comes in like a lion – and it’s a month full of huge breakthroughs (some explosive and some peaceful).
We do this every year. We wonder where the time went, how those friends are that we forgot to get back in touch with, wonder why we didn't take that trip or use our well-earned vacation, or why we didn’t do that thing we promised we would do this year.
My daughter has gone to the same camp five years now. In the words of my practical CPA husband, the expense is “ridiculous.” This year, we said, “Pick anywhere instead of camp, and we will take a trip.”
She chose Seattle, Washington – the farthest in the U.S. from Alabama she could pick.
Although some of us wish summer vacations could last forever, they don’t. It’s September now, and it’s time to get focused. Sure, we miss lazy days, but there’s also a bit of relief about getting back into a routine.
Life is a delicate dance of moments. If we’re lucky, we all get plenty of daily steps, and each is ours to use as we please. While I sleep, my husband has used 8,000 of his daily steps, and by 9 p.m. he is in at 21,000 steps… and I am just getting motivated to "do something." I am usually using all my "steps" through my fingers on canvas, behind the steering wheel, or on a keyboard.
Although it has been happening since the beginning of time, it seems these days that more life-threatening events have been happening around us.
We are no longer able to calmly sit in a diner ("Face the door," a policeman told me recently). At concerts, we now anticipate what "might happen" as we try to embrace the music.
Luke Bryan's "People are Good" is a recent song that resonates in my mind as I write this. We can find good people all around.
It is full season on Lake Tuscaloosa for making memories with family and friends on the water.