so, today i have a counseling appointment, then possible lunch with just chad (rare occurance), and then this afternoon rosa and i are planning to go paint pottery. it's a bit cloudy and not too cold, just my kind of day. been writing a lot lately, just looking around and describing what i observe, and some childhood memories...it's good to fill pages again. maybe i'll share some soon...

feeling like a cold, dense fog is lifting...watching the grass turn a little greener every day...the birds are singing loud and strong this week, as though they are announcing something - perhaps that the trees are budding? that spring is on the way? is there a malady or distress that can't be helped at least a little bit by the opening of a window to let a warm breeze in after it's been frigid for so long? it absolutely feels like narnia this year, the ice and darkness, the grey landscape is being replaced by running streams and blooming flowers, life is bursting from deadness and despair, and who am i to cast a shadow on that? i welcome the change now, i need it. it feels so good, and is an offering of hope for my weary soul.