The rain moved out overnight and left behind a bright breezy morning. As the wind blows you can see the underside of the leaves, and that creates an even more varied palette of green. I finished a big work project yesterday and am catching my breath from that. It feels like something new is beginning.
I like to think about all the little fresh starts we are given in a lifetime. Of course, there are the big ones: new schools, new jobs, new loves. And then the really big ones, births and deaths. But in between there are countless others: new weeks or weekends, visiting a friend we haven't seen in years, taking a trip and returning from one, finishing a book that sets the mind a spinning.
These little beginnings are the freshets of regular existence, burblings-up from the wellspring of grace that is there all along but is often forgotten.