Hello, friends! Isn't it lovely to live in a world where there are Marches? 'Marches' doesn't sound nearly as good as 'Octobers', does it? But I think March is one of the loveliest months, because it's when the first hints of spring come. I've almost officially stopped wearing a coat, and shoes for that matter. And the air smells just like heaven. I suppose heaven smells much better, but it smells how I think heaven must smell. There is nothing like Spring to awaken the senses. To call up memories and feelings and sensations that seem to have been sleeping for a long time. Such as the feeling of soft mud under my toes, the smell of my skin when I've been outside, the memories of happy times long ago. Or are they perhaps dreams of the future?
I've decided to stop looking at the clock. That is, I have to look at the clock sometimes, or often.:) But it is so liberating not to look at the clock. Don't you think so, Friend? Sometimes I think, 'What time is it?' And then I think, 'I don't care, so I'm not going to look at the clock', and I'm proud of myself and feel just wonderful. Because a lot of the time, I don't need to know. I do like thinking and planning ahead. It's fun. But sometimes I find myself thinking of the future instead of living right now, and that't not fun. It interferes with the quality of my life. There is so much life to look forward to, but there is also life right now, and that's where I am.