Yesterday I received a phone call from my dear copine Charlotte sending me wishes for a bon anniversaire, the first of March. She then told me that I might want to know that her first grand son arrived safely into the world and shares my birthday! Quelle joie les deux choses!
Having made my rentré aux États Unis and finally the last leg of the journey to my island home on my birthday, I have spent the last three days surrounded by many moments of love and joy with my husband reconnecting and sharing our lives. Unpacking and seeing ones house after a separation is much like looking at oneself and taking inventory. Dusty and forlorn in places and in need of deep cleaning and reorganization…clutter…what to keep, what to be jeté or thrown out. A break is helpful to give light and see clearly, to cherish what is wonderful and make change where needed. Spring time, new beginnings, new birth.
In the little protected cour of our garden I see the golden heads of the daffodils smiling and welcoming me back, tête a tête daffodils our son Robin gave me two years ago when we planted their crispy brown bulbs together in the window boxes. Now he is in Boston at the New England Conservatory continuing to grow as a musician. I smile and hold tight to what is good.