On newborns, mud, and shoes (or a taste of Spring)

Beginnings are in the air. My week of newborn nursery had me inspecting humans a few hours old. The first wet gasps of Spring in the Lehigh Valley. Finally, a reminder from my feet that mental flexibility is more important than rigid strength. There’s always time to drop what no longer serves in order to make room for new growth.

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On the change of seasons (or Course Seven: a post-mortem)

Tomorrow is the Vernal Equinox, the moment when day and night balance each other out, the mark of winter’s end and the start of spring. Florida has been expressing spring rebirth for some time with almost every tree pushing out new growth. Up north, in my childhood home of NH or the future home of PA, I know that snows have been freshly laid and the spring renewal is weeks, if not months, away.

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On the transition from spring to summer (or Course Four: a post-mortem)

Three exams down, I’m sitting here waiting for Monday and preparing for Wednesday. Tomorrow, cumulative final exam scores will be posted and I’ll find out if I have passed Course Four, or if I’ve failed and required to remediate over the upcoming summer.

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