May our month be full of many blessings
Faith is being sure of what we hope for
and cerain of what we do not see.
It is the first day of March
Each minute sweeter than before
There is a blessing in the air
March arrives, the last hurrah of winter and the first whisper of spring.
Slowly our spirits reawaken, along with the natural world, from a long winter's slumber.
Branches that just days ago were bare, now blossom with new growth. Deep within
we feel stirrings of hope. Turn over the earth and the inner garden.
This month we plant seeds of the thoughts of spring on the horizon.
Quote (all but for the last line)
from the book Simple Abundance
A daybook of Comfort and Joy
Sarah Ban Breathnach