PONDERING MORTALITY

Now what kind of a title is "Pondering Mortality?" Doesn't it sound morbid? Trite? Gloomy? Well, that's how I spent two hours of this morning, wandering around my feelings about sickness, age-ing and death. The outcome was a sense of freedom, of promise and gratitude. I, like the daffodils in my garden, am slowly swelling with creativity. They have not opened...I can't name their color or their scent, but I feel the pure potential. This is the promise of Spring.