I had an amazing experience today. I heard a couple of birds practicing their springs songs. It was warm, the sun was shining and this little male finch was just singing his heart out. It was amazing. I look forward to this transitional time of year when winter is slowly but surely losing its icy grip to the warm days of spring. It is a sort of in between time of year when spring isn't fully here and winter isn't either. I love it.

I realize too that as much as I dislike the coldness and deadness of winter it is a preparation for the regrowth of the world. The longer that I have to wait for the coming of the new season the greater my joy at the new birth of the world.

I know that I am waxing a bit smarmy, but, then again, that seems to happen to me at this time of year too.

Change of subject...went to see Music and Lyrics and I liked it. A fun date movie.

I am still working on my relationship with God through Jesus Christ. I believe that this will be a life long process. I don't know if I should be glad about it or scared out of my wits. Fortunately, He has a lot of grace and more patience with me.

More later.

I can say with complete conviction that I am sick to death of winter. We are very close to breaking the old 63 day record of snow on the ground. I think we are at day 58 or so. All I know is that I am ready for spring. On that note I did see my first robin two days ago which gave me hope.

Speaking of hope...I think God has really been teaching me through this time of a long cold wet winter that there is always a spring to hope for. So I notice the little things...more light in the morning and evening, the sun higher in the sky, the male birds starting to practice their spring songs a little, and the rare warm sunny day.

More later.

Thorns n thistles

I am surprised at how fast time flies. I meant to blog often but life seems to move faster than I can. Life is a little interesting. My brother just celebrated his 40th Bday. I had a great time giving him a hard time about getting older. He had given me so much grief when I turned 40, I felt it necessary to return the favor. It was fun.

I did talk to my brother at length about what I remember about his birth. Dad was in Japan at the time and the rest of the family that would know about this time have died. So I talked for about 30 minutes about what I remembered of that time and our time living in Japan. My brother had no idea of some of the things that happened during this time. What I am realizing is that more and more I am becoming the "tribe storyteller", because I am the only one that remembers. Which means that I need to start writing this stuff down.

More later. I think I may go to Poland again this summer. Will let you know.