Once you go inside and weed through the muck, you will find the real beauty, the truth about yourself.
- Lindsay Wagner
Last week, overnight, from the cold, grey muck, a shoe.
The freeze/ thaw of the pre-Spring keeps us guessing as to what the weather will be like in a week, a day, or even this afternoon. Also a mystery is what we may have missed all these months under a blanket of white. Real beauty, in this case as ever, is in the eye of the beholder. Real truth, often to this mother's chagrin, is the ease with which the escapades of late fall can be forgotten with the first freshly fallen snow.
But sometimes what emerges, even before the little green sprouts, is another chance. Spring is a basket full of metaphor - life, rebirth, renewal. Transition, forgiveness, hope.
Alas, I fear this shoe was revealed too late to reconnect with its partner. However, it was a lovely trigger to reconnect with you, dear reader, and with our #100dayproject.
So after a short start and a long break, we are at it again, and hope to keep sharing connections, taking breaks when needed, and then reconnecting with the optimism and persistence of Spring.
And on the morning that I found this little beauty of a shoe? I didn't even have to wait until afternoon to find out the weather was changing once again. :)