Gazing out across the lakes frozen tundra, I can count so many varying shades of grey.

I begin to find sublime humor and awesomeness in each varying shade.

The clock says spring, but I am feeling cold and unmoved by this. I observe the trees, standing solemnly with the weight of ice on its limbs, each passing wind, another branch torn asunder I huddle in front of my fire, my new pup cuddled close as I reflect on pollination, rebirth and spring. It seems far away. Actually like from another planet far!

I draw from my bank of memories and extract a springtime memory. Something as simple as walking home from school 7 th grade, everything melting, the sun on my face. It was feeling of connection to life, to the earth, with her blooming fragrant essences.

Today without the fragrance essences I am learning to embrace and welcome what ever joy I can extract from life, in the grey. This I discovered is key to bliss Gratitude even in the greys, the blues, whatever state that pulls you away from your higher self,

The honey bee, buzzing and flying from flower to flower pollinating and creating is in her state of essence and bliss. Precious ones, I suggest we all do the same. We are here for such a undeniably short time, embrace and find love everywhere.

Gratitude is the best attitude.

We are a nation victorious as we celebrate Purim this week, history shows we held ourselves together beautifully, acted righteously and celebration followed. Esther is our symbol of beauty and humility, uniting the people through her strength and dignity.

Remember, you don’t have to wait for the seasons to change or to find a new “love” it exists in all of us at all times.

Happy Spring, Happy Purim !