The daffodils were poking through this morning, a sure sign that winter had finally relinquished it’s icy grip.

And, with that a sense of renewal, of joy; an opportunity to reconnect with the resilience of life’s spirit.

I knelt before a small grouping at the back garden wall. How many miss this chance, I wondered – to embrace these marvels of continuation?

“Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.” ~ William Wordsworth

My darlings, have you noticed how the daffodil thrives in spite of the conditions presented? As if it’s bloom served as testimony to the True capacity of spirit.

So often we become transfixed by that which has already passed; endless dialogue scripted through each commitment of memory.

Though, yet one simple truth – like the young daffodil, we shall rise again… resilient.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️