Ready or not

“Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.”
-Leon Joseph Cardinal Suenens

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(a columbine ready to burst forth / Julie Cook / 2014)

Ready or not tiny new buds are preparing to burst forth—offering up delightful visions and scents.
No longer must we dream and hope for Spring, for Spring is happily here.

Quite slowly and being both a little hesitant and a tad weary of this most unpredictable weather. . . We tentatively ask “will it freeze again, do we dare get our hopes up, do we finally put away the heavy coats. . .?”

Our long wait appears to be over. . .because Hallelujah, it finally looks as if Spring might just be here to stay.
Today we want to celebrate because Spring is here with all of her glory!

The butterflies are happy.
The bees are happy.
The birds are happy.
And I, for one, am truly happy!

As Cardinal Suenens reminds us on this most happy of days, a perfect day for dreaming and for gathering high hopes. . . dreaming is most assuredly grand.
There is, however, a small caveat attached to such dreaming. . .
We must decide whether or not we want to make our dreams a reality.
Would we prefer to have the tangible or the dream.
And if we decide that yes, we want our dreams to be real, then there must, by George, be work and effort—for dreaming has its price.

Dreams are fun to entertain and in order to turn them from dreams to realities, we must be willing to take on the cost.
The cost may require anything from time and effort to expense and sacrifice. . .
But after it’s all been said and done, the sweetness of seeing and living the dream is truly priceless.

So today’s real question remains. . .Are you ready?
Are you ready to dream big and act on those big dreams?
Are you ready to take the next step?
If the answer is yes, which I hope it is. . .then you need to hold on. . . because ready or not, it’s time to roll up those sleeves and it’s time to get busy!

Here is to Dreaming big and working hard.
That’s what Spring is all about. . .dreaming big. . .

Hurry, get ready, it’s coming

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.”
Anne Bradstreet

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(image taken using a trail camera / Troup, Co. Georgia / Julie Cook / 2014)

Pausing briefly, this Sunday morning in order to welcome a new month to the calendar, this the first wee days of March, I cannot help but feel a great deal of anticipation.
Anticipation because I know that with March comes more warm days than cold.
Longer days than short.
More growth than death.
More sun than cloud. . .
or so we hope.

Old Man Winter is not dead and gone by any stretch of the imagination but He is in the death throws as the ending of another winter grasps for its final breath—for which, I am thankful.

I say all of this as I also find myself filled with a bit of foreboding trepidation on this beautiful brand new morning to a brand new month.
With the arrival of Spring, and all of its splendid glory, an epic climatic battle of the seasons is destained to ensue, relegating us mere mortals to that of spectator and victim.

The ferocity of the clash between a dying winter and a blooming Spring comes at a tremendous cost to Earth’s inhabitants. Such encounters seem only to be more fierce in recent memory. Looming somewhere in the atmosphere, as days warm and winter continues to fuel the strong north winds, the inevitable meeting of these two bodies of energy, warm and cold, spawns a fury that sends chills down the spine the most seasoned farmer, metrologist and emergency responder.

It is the phenomena known as the Tornado.

So whereas I am more than ready to welcome in a more temperate climate, sans winter’s cold winds and gray skies, I do so with one eye turned ever skyward, silently offering a small prayer, not today Lord, please not today.