In a recent blog, I wrote about my friend Amy, who recently became a quadruple amputee. In one of our conversations, she mused just how much she misses her hands. She would do anything to once again touch her children's faces and to braid her daughter's hair. Still, she holds hope.

This got me thinking...

Sure enough, the world spun around the sun just beautifully before we were born. Seasons changed, people died, mothers birthed babies, and all the while, the tide rolled in, and then obligingly returned back out to sea.

I guess this could be called the recipe for time. Of course, we tweak it to our own story. As for myself, sweet, not spicy, suits me just fine. I guess I used all my spiciness as fuel, while I fought my way out of a cocoon bound far too tightly.

I get it. It's been a while since  glorious, golden rays of sunshine have warmed us and sweetly serenaded our sleepy souls. Old man winter seems quite content to cover us with a white blanket of wonder. While at first most magical, snow makes us ache for all things spring. 

I've often found it curious how Mother Nature knows when to remind the bulbs beneath the frozen soil to awaken, then bloom. The sweet, sweet cycle of life.