Mea Culpa

Baby toesImage by sabianmaggy via Flickr
I know that I have been shirking my blog responsibilities. I am sorry about that, but I hope that once I’ve explained that you’ll agree that it is for a good reason.  I am typing this post, not from my usual home in the big state of Texas, but in Los Angeles.  My middle child, B. and her husband, K. live in sunny California.  Aside from the fact that I welcome any opportunity to see them, my sole reason for this journey was to see a person that I had yet to meet.  You see, B. was pregnant, and due anytime. As it happened,  I arrived 3 days before my new g’child, a boy, entered this world. I was there to support my daughter as she soldiered through an arduous labor, and to witness the moment when mother and child became two not one.  I am still processing the event, but I do know that a miracle happened that day–the sweet miracle of life.  I feel blessed to have been a part of it. 
Anyway,  I want you to know that my blog is still a priority. Nevertheless,  it goes without saying that some things trump it,  and this is one of them. My priority right now is to help my amazing daughter in her early days of motherhood and if at all possible, to form a g’mom bond with my beautiful g’son.  I  will return to posting when I return home. I hope that you will understand and have patience with me.
Blessings and love, Lydia 
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Spring Longing

~ Spring Dreams ~Image by ViaMoi via Flickr
Today the high temperature is hovering somewhere in the 30’s. Now, I realize that this is winter, but for goodness sakes, this is Austin, Texas, and just two days ago it was a balmy 80 degrees! I know, I know, get over it, right? But, I am a southern girl and I prefer cold weather as much as a visit to the gynecologist. I tolerate it.  Although, I don’t complain as much about going to the gyne, so, go figure. 

In actuality, it’s Spring that I am looking forward to–renewal and all, and as Charles Dickens referred to as the “spring of hope.”  As of yet, I’ve been unable to discern the origin of the phrase, but “spring is in the air” is oh so accurate. You can sense its coming as surely as you can a coming rain. There is an energy in the air that is palpable, electric, and yes, hopeful. The signs of Spring are not only in the air, but in the earth, as the season’s buds reach towards the sun, after a long winter’s nap, and in nature itself as, among other things, the swift and beautiful hummingbirds return seeking that sweet nectar to sate their thirst, and the myriad insects, those welcome and unwelcome, arise from their slumber to perform their role in the rites of Spring.  

Yes, I long for Spring but I must also keep in mind that 

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.” ~Anne Bradstreet

Blessings and Peace, 

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