Today I found these little beauties that had somehow popped up in our winter-ravaged, ragged-looking lawn:
I’m not sure what it is. A wildflower? A weed?
Whatever it may be, these small winks of purply-blue spell S-P-R-I-N-G!
And they gave me prickles of hope. Hope for warmer weather, hope for more green, more colours overall, more warmth, and more sun.
Hope for a thaw.
A thaw from winter. A thaw in my brain from the icy plug that has slowed my words to a mere trickle these past weeks.
Hope that these small winks of purply-blue also spell T-I-M-E-T-O-W-R-I-T-E. Hope that I will carve myself out some time amongst the busy-ness that is small children and puppy and 9-to-5.
The purply-blue gives me hope that I can do it. That the words will flow again. That a balance of patience, perseverance, and persistence is what I need.
I have already written this much–hooray! I have snatched a moment of playing children and napping puppy to breathe upon the page (or screen). And it feels great. Like going for your first run of the season and remembering how good it feels. Realizing how much you missed it and how you want to feel it again and again and again.
Inspiration can come from small places.
Thank you, dear little flowers.