Changing all the time.....

It is now hot springtime in Georgia. April 22. Good Friday. I am no longer in a relationship, but surprisingly am at peace with that. I sit at the large, wide public library just a block down from my job. Tall, squared-off windows line the entire wall to my right, and I glance away from writing from time to time, drawn to the happy look of yellow jonquils swaying gently in an invisible breeze. Much has been taken from me this year, but much has been given. Today, I rest in the quiet, simple knowledge that I am becoming only more and more the woman I am created to be, complete with every heartache, every glad, quick joy and every dream that comes to light in this questioning, hurting heart of mine.