Remember the Whale

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Spring does not come springing back around here.

It takes a while. 

We are hopeful though. 

Just because it is too cold to eat my breakfast on the porch doesn't mean it won't ever be.

So, we look for other indications that Winter has in fact ended. We look for things to come back.

The daffodils, the crocus, the microscopic buds on the the trees, if you look close.

The whales, the osprey, the alewives.

The rabbits come out of hiding.

The parking lot at the grocery store has a lot more Lincolns with Florida license plates than it did a couple of weeks ago.

Hope.

I have also been looking for signs of hope in my illustration journey.

It is hard to know if I'm going in the right direction, doing the right things. I, like just about everyone else feel like there isn't enough time to get done all the things that I want and need to do. 

This past Sunday I got the signs I was looking for from a few unexpected places*, including a Catholic Nun, Jonah (as in Jonah and the whale) and Oprah.

I will gladly grab on to all these bits of hope and soon I will be sipping coffee on my porch with the sun shining.

*not including the new season of Game of Thrones- that is really all about Winter.