I’m outside, rocking gently in a hammock. My feet rest on lush green grass, on a beautifully laid lawn. New birds sing sweet, syrupy, lilting songs. The sky is hazy in the sunlight. I love the beginning of a new house-sit. Especially when the weather is warming up and life is becoming, post hibernation. Every year I forget what spring feels like and every year I remember again. I’m a child learning something new each day. The excited feeling of seeing a purple magnolia in flower, heavy blossoms laden with petals bobbing in the breeze, the sound of bees waking up, songbirds returning to their trees. I like to think as everything begins to grow, I get some of spring’s power too, to create, write, sing and compose. The newness of spring feels like I’m a baby listening to my mother singing a lullaby. Healing and bright.