I have been watching spring beginning, from my Sunroom window. Sun getting brighter, sky, bluer.
I've been sitting at my piano writing instrumental pieces; somedays you feel too much, and words aren't sufficient means for expression.
I have been listening to the small still voice, showing me every curve of the happenings, letting Him show me where I can help and where only He can help.
I've been feeling we're on the cusp of a new season, in so many more ways, than one.