The blooming of my redbud tree is, for me, a personal harbinger of Spring. Always, when I see the blooms, I am reminded of better days to come, and the idea of moving into light and leaving darkness behind. It is a weak metaphor because we can't forever and completely leave the darkness behind. It is in the darkness that the seeds germinate. It is in the night that we rest and recover.
No big lesson here, just a gentle reminder for me.
My husband is doing relatively well with his recovery.
My sister will be needing chemo and possibly radiation.
My nephew is getting married next weekend. I will be acting as photographer. Gulp.
My second nephew and his wife are due to have a baby in March.
I played a singles tennis match today, my first ever, in league play. I'd missed last week and felt like I needed to be there this week. I lost both sets. Badly. But the other woman was a gracious opponent and I'm grateful for that. I plan to do better next weekend.
Good times, hard times, I'm grateful for the light. And occasionally, also for the dark.