A New Season

It's been an arduous season. Minnesotans love to talk weather. I try not to since it's cliche, but this winter? Man, oh, man; it's been brutal.

I remember last fall in the throes of separation, pain, and cold, I thought to myself, just wait until baseball season. By the Home Opener, I will be in a different place. And I'm damn sure it's true.

There is something hopeful about March. It may be that there is more cold and snow ahead, but it's different than the cold of January. There's hope. There's an end in sight. Better said, there's a beginning in sight. As for me and mine, we decided that today begins the hopefulness of Spring.

Let there be cold and snow. We are looking toward warm sun and flowers erupting from the dirt in the front yard gardens. That was the intention sent out from my yoga mat this morning- hope for the new season. Bring it on.

To keep in the spirit of newness, in the past 5 days, I have received the most wonderful news that 2 (count them TWO) of my closest, dearest, oldest friends are moving home to Minneapolis (one is for sure; one is likely.) They have not lived here in a very long time and life's circumstances are bringing them back to me (and their families, but whatevs, this is my blog).

Another way to think of this is that 50% of my bridesmaids will be living within biking distance from me by the end of 2011. Of course, their importance to me and to Johan is much more than their sea foam green dresses and calla lilies, but if you had to ask me to pick 4 friends to live close by, those bridesmaids would be it. And suddenly, 50% of them may well be in Minneapolis by Labor Day? Now, that is a new season to celebrate.