Judy Price is Writing

With all of the grief that my American friends are experiencing in the states, I want to acknowledge these losses.

My heart goes out to you.  My prayers are with all of you.

Many tragedies are occurring worldwide.  All are important and deserve our reflection and assistance in whatever way we are able to do that.

Balancing all of this devastation is the excitement and happiness of The Royal Wedding about to take place Friday in London, England.

The global community needs to balance tears with laughter, just as each of us benefit from doing this individually.

When directly in the midst of horror it is impossible to find this balance ourselves, and it is the responsibility of each one of us to provide comfort and support to others even if  only in the gesture of sending positive, healing thoughts . . . .

Easter sunshine is followed by warm rain, most likely lasting the week. 

Maybe April showers will  bring May flowers  

London, England is getting the summery weather we usually taste right about now! 

Of course they are preparing for the Royal Wedding Friday and deserve some sunny warmth.

Speaking of heat, I am definitely experiencing ‘spring fever’ in spite of the weather. 

Playfulness is in my step and dancing alone at home just doesn’t cut it!

I have been told to visualize (without putting a face on him) the man I want to enter my life by sensing the feelings that I will experience when he does.

An easy task to be sure! 

The invisible man is someone I can enjoy playing with until the ‘real’ one comes along, although not nearly as much fun for me, being a  ’tactile’ woman ;)

At long last there is a warmer feel to the air and a sunnier outlook.

At least it is Spring today!  A gift to enjoy, and I did. 

One daughter is overseas and the other leaves tomorrow to join her sister, before embarking on an adventure further abroad.

I have been one of those very fortunate parents to have both children living close by. 

Being a mother of girls, and a single woman, it was especially gratifying for me as we all grew our relationships into friendship. 

How special is that!!!

Soon I will feel their absence.  Tomorrow in fact.

Easter without them will not be the same.

I have commented in earlier posts that holidays are lonely times without a partner.  Even more so without children to share each festive season.

Just need to change it up!  I have become quite adept at doing that in recent years.

Nothing stays the same.  That applies to me and my life as well.  

Perhaps I am a late bloomer, much like our April daffodils this year!

Better late than never . . .

Disheartening that it snowed here yesterday.

Of course, that is nothing compared to the devastating losses incurred from a bombardment of tornadoes in North Carolina and across several states recently.

Everything in this life is relative and fleeting. 

Unpredictable to say the least!

In this part of the world, the rhyme ‘April showers bring May flowers’ is replaced with ‘April snow showers bring . . . . ‘

Uncertainty or at least delayed growth.

Embracing each moment while treasuring one another seems the most uplifting course to take as Easter approaches.

The anticipation of resurrected life that this time of year signifies, be it through our Lord as a Christian or spring renewal as a naturalist, brings a hopeful attitude to all, which creates a certainty that life will unfold as it is intended and the cycle will continue . . . .

Where do I begin?

My week in the sun gave me more than I anticipated.

All four elements were experienced simultaneously.

Earth under my feet, fire from the sun, water overhead from passing clouds or in the sea, and air continually embracing me with warm breezes.

My eldest and her delightful company provided me the rare opportunity to connect with her and experience our relationship in a new enlightened way.

I will not get any more personal than that in my writing here, just to say a wonderful soul entered our lives enabling us to find our way to peace and understanding.

What more could I want from one week?

The inner voice I mentioned in my last post was more difficult to hear on this trip than I had imagined.

There were distractions.

One moment on the beach reminded me of the words I had last written and ironically it occurred on my last day there.

That evening the voice I heard was outer rather than inner and I believe those words were also gifts from God . . . .

Sun, Sea and Sand