A Day of Hope at Eisenhower in Palm Desert, CA

The Coming of Spring

Spring is almost here. It seems so long since I have not worn a sweater or jacket. Since I wrote last, I have entered a program to become a dietician. It's funny how quickly I am learning and finding ways to change my eating patterns. There is a website called FitDay and I am journaling what I'm eating each day as well as writing about my exercise (or lack of ). This process seems doable and helpful to me. Just looking at a graph of the total amount of fat in my daily diet is pretty scary. I've actually moved a great deal closer to vegetarianism. I've made big changes in my life. With all the stress the nation is under, I just keep thinking, "What would Martha do?" It might sound funny, but I like that dream that if I work harder, become smarter and be more creative, my life will improve. I'm also looking at my spirituality. "Be in the moment!" I tell myself. "Breathe." It helps. I'm greatful to be breathing and I just know Spring will be beautiful. I have a print that my mom used to have before she died and it's of a mother and daughter. The title is "The Coming of Spring." Fond memories I have of Easter baskets and egg hunts and new shoes. I'm really ready for Spring this year, and I hope it lasts.