I receive the blessings of March

•	Whispers of spring in the garden, tender sprigs that somehow defy the frosty fingers of the night
•	The hopeful, happy call of birds
•	An unbundled walk among the trees, shedding my coat along the way
•	The way my soul is nudged awake by the conversations of friends

And I offer this blessing in response

•	May your heart follow the voice of a friend to find wonder, hope, and the tender tenacity of new growth.