I have been at my desk for many hours now, writing away, and so I am surprised when I look up and see the time, and realize that If it were winter, it would be long dark and I might be sitting by a fire and enjoying the flicker of firelight and candle flame, but it is still light and everything is sparkling, vibrant green, and yet, it has been cold today. There is a bite to the air, though not to the extent of those of you in snow.
I am remembering now that March "comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb." Perhaps this year the lion and lamb are one.
The image comes of a day when I was a child and we went out to fly kites. The image is tied with March and the lion and the lamb, though living in Iowa at the time, I wonder if April is more likely. Is there anything to equal the excitement of flying a kite? Well, yes, I suppose there are things that are equal, but it is quite something to feel that tug and lift of kite in air, and then the run to catch it when it falls. I have many happy moments and memories of flying kites. In Iowa, fall is leaves and spring is kites.
On Connection Well, we have been involved in a discussion of feedback on our writing work. It has been fascinating to me as we dissect what is needed and how to do it so as to better the writing of all.
Finally, Judi Goldberg wrote this, "and there is a graciousness i guess that we are sidling up to here, that good editors sidle up to, good publishers as well one would hope and writers as well must sidle up to, getting at the best there is to offer, getting at our best we have to offer..."
I think that says it all about how we live our lives. It is about integrity and trust and building and creating a better world for us all.