The Colors of a Late Winter’s Morning
I love the colors of late winter. Grayed blues, sage greens, browns and rusts. They are the colors of things to come.
You can almost feel the blooms holding back from bursting forth. The rise of the early daffodils, soft yellow-green spears of earthen sun ready to make themselves known. Announcing the rising of hope.
We may still feel drawn into darkness by our own worries, but light is running towards us to envelope us in its warmth. We don’t have to believe it is there to feel it, it just is.
There is a beautiful quilt in those colors. Do you see it too? Those are the colors of The Marys Quilt.
“The winds of grace blow all the time. All we need to do is set our sails.” -Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, Gospel of Ramakrishna
TODAY’S EXERCISE: 3 miles & 60 minutes. Still sore from yoga-abuse.