76. Warm Weather

77. Spring Flowers and Leaves

78. Bird Bathing Joy

79. A Long Weekend

80. The Boston Marathon 

#76: Warm Weather

Spring is officially here, with temperatures floating happily in the 50s and 60s. On Saturday, it even hit 70 degrees and turned partly sunny. I stepped outside in a T-shirt, and it felt like the sun wrapped me in a soft, golden blanket. I could almost feel my skin soaking up the vitamin D thatI desperately needed according to my doctor. Oh, sweet spring—where have you been all my life?

#77: Spring Flowers and Leaves

Everywhere I look, trees and plants are waking up. Green leaves are beginning to unfurl, and bursts of color are appearing in parks and gardens. On a walk this week, I found myself mesmerized by lush green grass and trees adorned with white, pink, and red blossoms. Bees buzzed from bloom to bloom, busy and joyful. I’m excited to witness the full bloom of nature in the coming weeks—it’s like the world is exhaling beauty again.

#78: Bird Bathing Joy

This week, I caught a bird in the middle of what looked like the most refreshing bath. It flapped and fluttered in the water, soaking its feathers, then shook them out with such exuberance—it looked like pure joy in motion. I couldn’t help but stop and smile, feeling that joy secondhand. Little bird, I wish you many more refreshing baths this season!

#79: A Long Weekend

Thanks to Patriots’ Day on Monday, we got a lovely long weekend. And honestly, the only thing better than a long weekend… is the short week that follows! The extra day to rest and reset was much needed and much appreciated.

#80: The Boston Marathon

Every year, the Boston Marathon moves and inspires me. This year, I was especially proud—the Kenyan woman who won didn’t just take first place, she shattered the course record by more than two minutes. As a Kenyan myself, I felt extra pride watching her strength, grace, and determination. In her post-race interview, she thanked her mother who was waiting for her at the finish line, and she expressed her gratitude to the city of Boston for hosting the event. Her story left me feeling both inspired and deeply connected.

Weekly Sportlight

This week spotlight is a Poem by Safire Rose:

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…

–Safire Rose

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