I adore daffodils.

They’re so fresh, and vibrant. One of the first signs of spring — the time of rebirth, and new starts.

I love the way daffodils smell. They so strongly bring back poignant memories. Not necessarily sad, but yet, sometimes sad. Daffodils remind me of my childhood, my backyard, and Easter. I remember picking daffodils as a child to take to my Gram’s house on Easter. So they remind my of my Babcie, too. I miss her.

And I miss my yard. And those resilient, often neglected, daffodils that bloom without fail bursting out in yellow splendor year after year.

There is (I believe) finally some movement on my divorce process. And heavy on my mind and heart is whether or not I will be able to move back into my family’s homestead. I have a yearning for that yard, those fruit trees, the garden, the grass. And the daffodils. That backyard is my happy place. Of course, I didn’t want to leave my home. Out of desperation I left a terrible relationship. But not without cost — the cost.

Yet I know that there is always hope.

My God leads me through this earthly life with my faith strong. There is never despair. There is never finality. Oh, certainly my path twists and turns. But He does not forsake me.

So, I’ve got no reason to hang my head. There is always something positive, always an open door, always a new day.

I got this!

I came across these words by Daniell Keopke, and they hit it straight on for me today. Thanks, girlfriend!

Author: Daniell Keopke is a student at CSU Channel Islands where she majors in psychology. She is the creator behind an online space called the Internal Acceptance Movement (I. A.M.) which touches on issues involving mental health, recovery, self-care, gender, sexuality and social justice. (Wikipedia)

How this quote speaks to me: Life happens. But I am strong and vibrant and resilient — like my daffodils.

And I have hope. <3