It's that time of year

It's almost my birthday. A birthday that, if I hadn't already promised myself I would never waste time fussing about my age, I might have a small freak out about. But, whatever.

I'll be 31 next week, and It's exciting! Why? Because I know my thirties are going to continue to be about finding out about me. Doing what I love. Making things happen for myself.

Today I took a stroll through the grounds of one of Portland's Ashrams. I've come here a number of times for yoga classes, and I always stop and admire the beautiful grounds, but always forget my camera. I did that again yesterday, and though I practically ran through to get out of the pouring rain, the beauty still caught my eye--rain dripping off of statues and moss -- raindrops in puddles on the brick paths -- bright daffodils peeking out of the soggy ground. It's everything that signifies that winter is ending and spring is beginning. I love that my birthday falls at this little magical time of year before everything blooms.

I'm glad I went back today to capture it to share with you.