“The Borrowed Days” ~ How blessed to have the gift of those I hold dear

I am excited for April. With the 1st of the month heralding not just a new month, but a new collection of days, and weeks, to live amongst, with my nearest and dearest.  Easter Holidays, and adventures. A wedding also, which I cannot wait to attend. 

 

With the clocks now having changed, to British Summer time, and Daylight Saving, our nights are stretched out before us.  More waking hours of light, always makes our very own lives feel lighter also.  

 

I read, that the last 3 days of March, after the clocks change, are called the ‘borrowed days’. The last gasp of winter, before Spring truly sets in and warmth is mustered.  Snow, Frost and Coldest wind.  We must brace ourselves for these days. We must not yet, put our winter coats away, requiring them still as we head into the month of April.  

 

March was a funny one, with big days, my birthday, Mother’s Day, a weekend with my best friend, and stippled with reflection. March Meet The Maker (the set of March prompts created by Joanne Hawker) always works so as to remind me how far I have come, and also, how much I wish to continue, and keep creating.  

 

Also, within March, days of deep sadness felt like crashing lows settled between these happy times.  When in these lows, grief weighing heavy, and at times, it was hard to lift myself out.  Weirdly, I think, it is so hard to see outer light (actual and perceived), when our inner light feels so far diminished.  Then after tears, sleep, quiet and time with family, we wake a new day, and all again feels as well as it can do, once more.  The dust has settled. The brightness is there once more. 

 

So is the nature of loss, I have found.  It is not linear. It does not chart a straight, and ordered path, like those months of the year, and seasons we live across.  It chooses its own way, which you are made to follow.  Oftentimes, whether you like it or not.  

 

Speaking to friends and family has been paramount; the therapy of talking to the ones I love, on a daily basis, has been a gift I do not, and will never, take for granted. Blessed am I to have loved ones around me who listen with such a loving ear, and whose words, in kind, reflect back at me. Reminding me I am doing ok.

 

Like punctuations of sunshine, a smattering of warmth lives in our lives, mine included, for when we need it most.  Even in the last days of March, into April… I made sure to borrow their warmth.  

 

The weather gods shall not wage battle with my hope, and my sunlit sparkle, that I know will be placed into whatever drawings and paintings I create in these coming days.  

 

Borrowed Days. Borrowed Light. Borrowed Kindness.  

 

What will April bring? I am glad to continue, and am excited to find out. 

 

Ever onwards.