by Heather Walton, Guest Blogger
March is the month that sparks wonder for me. Should I bundle up? Is it going to rain snow, sleet or hail? Should I don my hat, coat, mitts, boots, and scarf… or just slip on my sweater?
March is the month I feel the most. I feel the cold stiffening my bones, the rawness of a raspy throat, the moisture of Heaven’s tears softening my gaze, as I gaze at the Sandy Boulevard’s and slush filled muddy puddles winter has left behind.
March is the month where I feel the wind steal my breath, and the watery sun warm my back. I feel the need to head out into the bluster…to walk gingerly on the uneven pavement that has heaved and tilted in winters icy grip.
March is the month of gasping delight. For, in the biting air, I feel the need to lift my chin skyward, to search among the scudding clouds for a glimpse of the eagle. She floats high overhead most days intent on her mission of catching lunch.
March is the month of new beginnings, for I feel the need to greet each passerby with a nod and a smile. I wonder, did March draw us out into the whirlwind to whisk away our churning thoughts with joyous abandon and bird song?
For March is the month when the singing of the birds has come. Each cheery trill that bursts from shivering feathery breasts. It seems, every shrub and branch bears a songbird whose melody swells within our own hearts and puts a lilt in our steps.
Yes, March is the month that sparks wonder for me. So here I go marching on. Reborn in the song and the sun, and the sand, and the sighing wind, I will mount up on wings like the eagles to renew my strength once again.
Heather is a people person, and as a lay leader in local city and county churches, she strives to see each person as unique facets of the Creator’s love and grace. She finds it a delight and a challenge to serve such a diverse bunch of folks.
As a former cook and home daycare worker, Heather brings a wealth of lived experience to share. She is Grandma to 7 grandkids, 2 sons, and has been married 47 years to Bob. Heather has arthritis and a back injury, which has gifted her with an understanding of the shadows we all dance with during our lives at some point.
Sometimes life is simply hard, but we can choose to be better or bitter. Being in chronic pain has given Heather an empathic view of the difficult journeys that many are on. And so, as a writer and musician, her mission is to uplift, encourage, and share kindness in as many ways she can. Just for the joy of it!
Very good. Thank you.