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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