Sweet energy.
New life.
Fresh beginnings.
A mother's protective love.
Some days - I count myself among the luckiest.
To be a witness.
To be a part.
To stumble upon the wonder of it all.
Early Arrival
He looked so all alone.
So tiny.
A speck of color in a field of white.
A bright spot in a monochrome grey day.
I wondered if he was thinking it is time for spring?
Had he arrived too early?
Or - was it that he forgot about winter's coming?
Left behind?
Bravely enduring?
Restlessly remaining?
Whatever it is that his story was...today it was mine to imagine.
I've missed the ducks...and geese...and winter swans.
This morning - I thanked him for showing me the way.
This morning - I got lucky.
Follow Me
Up here in the mountains...where there's less water and more land. It's the last scene I ever imagined I'd find.
I wondered if - perhaps - it found me? If there's someone somewhere is speaking to me? Out loud?
Mama's seem to appear out of everywhere these days. When I'm not looking...and when I am. When I'm wishing to be reminded of a mother's love...and when I'm not.
So sweet. So trusting. Believing that their mama will lead them safely...that she'll remain always by their side.
On some days - I'm just one of those baby ducklings...looking for her Mama. Wishing for her mama's wisdom and guidance and love.
On these days - I am that Mama. I lead. I love. I guide.