New things are happening in my life.
Not necessarily things that I can identify as significant. Not yet anyhow.
I think it is more about the realization I finally have that there is always newness. That life is always stirring, never stagnant. New is a constant. It is something we can count on, but do not always see. It's a process we have to trust.
I have been thinking on this a lot lately. I am convinced my soul is connected to the seasons as I find it rather appropriate my thoughts are centering around the concept of "newness" on the cusp of spring.
Winter must be coming to a close. The light of Hope is piercing through the gray, and my heart is opening again.
