I am enamored with January in California.
While friends around the world share pictures of snow or, much worse, inflamed cheeks frosted with icy eyelashes, here “green” has become a verb.
We watch, newly astonished, at the greening of our once crisp straw hills. Once dead lawns resurrect themselves, springing to life with tender green shoots like excited children at a theme park straining on tippy toes to measure tall enough for the ride. At a slower pace, scrappy flowers dare to flaunt their bright seasonal outfits. All without much water, as we are perennially in or at the edge of drought.
The new year waves open a door and abruptly our landscape turns technicolor.
January in California fills me with hope. If greening is possible, and every year it proves possible despite the circumstances, what else…?
Certainly hope is possible. Joy is possible. Kindness is possible. Healing is possible. Love is possible.
Dreams might yet be possible.
What possibilities do you hope and work toward?