MY NEW YORK + ROUND THESE PARTS

as spring hurtles forward, fending off the last of winter's advances (and winter is putting up one heck of a fight this year) i can feel things easing just a bit. 

spring signals many things: change and good tidings and a renewed faith in what might be. 

and standing on the edge of all-these-many-good-things has me taking stock of the life lessons of this last particular season. 

timing is different than patience. that's what i'm learning now.

patience sees me on my knees praying to an unyielding and unkind higher power. but timing is the good grace of God casting me into the world and telling me to live life just as well as i can. 

the rest will follow.  

in bed last night, inches from sleep, i began to sob--big and heavy, chest-heaving-sort-of-sobs that i rarely, if ever, experience. and in that moment all i could think was what's happening? what is this feeling? and just like that, a thought: this is gratitude. gratitude manifesting itself in the most unusual form yes, but gratitude nonetheless--gratitude that life is exactly as it is. gratitude for each and every last hardship i bear. and thanks that the very things i want to curse might yet prove the foundation of so much good still to come.

gratitude that spring is coming. and that i know so many exceptional people. thanks that, when the weather begins to turn, new york likes to show off her plume. gratitude for morning lattes and live music and a lens through which to see the world. 

and this unexpected extra time in which to be young. and to make all the many mistakes that turn youth to something else.

the natural progression of life. 

how winter always turns to spring. 

(that last photo is by the unparalleled emma hartvig).