I've made it through another winter. Although as beautiful as it was, with the numerous snow days, it was harsh. And my spirit, like it usually has done in the past, and this last winter was no different, maybe even worse, began the dreaded descent into the abyss. How did I survive this last one? You might be asking yourself while reading these little words on your various computer screens. My answer would be, humbly, I am getting more mature (and mature if you didn't know it my Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs is a euphemism for being: an old ass); with the understanding, taking whatever ails me spiritually has to be taken in doses; and with this past winter the doses being: things and life...and take those doses of things and doses of life, day by day.
And Spring is here with it's promises of warmer weather; and the dead shall rise...again!
I am starting to see life before me in nature which imbues into me an essence of rejuvenating my spirit again.
And I have survived, yet, another winter!
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