Entering A Gentler Season

Good Morning!

Today is Good Friday, and boy oh boy, is it ever! I've taken some time for myself today, which is too rare of an occurrence. It's amazing how a little self love can reset your mind and attitude :)

So I won't deny it- I totally just went through this whole blog and deleted at least 5 posts. That is one nice thing about this blog not being too public yet. The reason for doing that is because I'm realizing, especially lately, that I can be way too hard on myself and it was evident (at least to me) in those posts. I think I'm heading into a season where I'm done overthinking goals and heading into a gentler, more forgiving and free season of self love and acceptance. I'm learning that I love others better when I take care of myself (which is not the same as being selfish!).

Aaaand I'm leaving you here today, because my little one just woke from his nap. :)

Until next time!

Lyrics I'm Loving: Oceans by Hillsong

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders

Let me walk upon the waters

Wherever you would call me

Take me deeper where my feet could never wander

And my faith will be made stronger

In the presence of my savior

The Last Song

Sitting at the piano, watching out of the window a bird fly through a willow.

Sun beams shine through the branches.

Peace. Warmth.

Looking down at the keys, greeting them as old friends.

The melody flows, light and airy as the day.

Closing his eyes he sees her, 

Youthful. Glowing.

A single tear falls to his wrist.

This is his last spring, and he knows it.

This is all for her.

A surprise.

Imagining her delight, he pulls the melody forward from a future that doesn't exist yet,

A future where he does not exist.

Remembering their life, their love, the song is written.

Looking through the window, he smiles.

Though the song be not completed,

He is no more.

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Her. 

Staring through the same window at the same willow.

Spring.

Sitting at the same piano, reading his pages.

Her surprise. A parting gift. 

Unfinished.

Lifting her hands to the keys,

Parchment is transformed to song. 

She closes her eyes and absorbs the melody.

Light and airy. Unlike his style.

Smiling, she continues on.

Memories. Love. Him.

She finishes the piece, a blend of them both.

Joyful despite the sadness.

As if to say,

"It's okay. It was all so beautiful."