*ORIGINAL POST DATE APRIL 5th*

So this morning I happened upon the blog naming constellations.  More specifically a piece entitled Slow Rhapsody http://namingconstellations.wordpress.com/2013/03/07/slow-rhapsody Maybe it was all the bacon talk (I love me some bacon) or his writings that reminded me of the weightiness that winter can bring (being Canadian I am well aware of this feeling) or maybe it was his beautiful poem.  But what I do know is that I was immediately inspired to write and this is what came of it.

You never know who is reading or what your writings can do for other people.

Trust your instincts. Trust your intuition. I can’t say that enough.

Shadows and flowers (spring is in the air)

It’s so close yet it seems so far.

The hint of a memory, like a glimmer of a shadow that catches your attention out of the corner of your eye, certain that you saw it you turn your head to find there’s nothing there, you turn your head even more with hopes of finding even a fading shadow. 

You realize it was never there only a distant memory of what was.  

But you know.  You remember. 

You can recall the smells, the sights and the sounds.  

Your body becomes alive, your senses heightened.

Somehow you know.

The flowers are about to grow.

I am vacationing to a chalet in the eastern townships of Quebec for a family gathering this weekend.  We’ve rented a chalet to celebrate Granddad’s 90^th birthday.

I am bringing two crock pots full of sausages and bacon.

I will be wearing my rubber boots.

And I will be searching for where the flowers are about to grow.

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