I am in a spring life season - a time of plans and projects.  I am like a tree in spring, not yet knowing how and where my shoots and branches, still confined in swollen buds, will grow.

I remember being in winter - the waiting, the barrenness.  The silent internal work.  And because of that long, long life season of winter, I am sure that I am filled with the Best of plans and projects now.  The Best for me, for us.

I feel fully alive.