Daffodils and little lambs remind me that Springtime is upon us and Easter is near.
When I say down to write SHEPPARD’S LAST LAMB it was definitely about Christmas shepherds and so much more. Christ is our Shepherd. Christ is the lamb brought to the slaughter, perfect and pure.
Spring cleaning brings an opportunity to go through all the past, and make room for the future. Grudges are released like pollen into the air, irritating but necessary. I fuss with some and left go of others like dandelions (with a big roar).
Little lambs blet and blurt. I find that I wobble so much and then I remember that this is the time to start anew. I’m thankful for learning to do things the right way.
It’s refreshing to let go. To live free. To be unsheltered and roaming long enough to discover something divine.
May you enjoy your Spring time. . . a season filled with options! Happy writing!!