Spring must be in full swing. Cherry blossoms are swirling like snow through the air, blanketing the ground in a constantly moving, changing lace of pink and white. The trees that were puffs of cottony blooms are now bare. Trees that were bare are showing the faintest haze of fragile green.
The daffodils and crocuses and hyacinths are dying, the lilies are on the rise.
The days are unpredictable. We dress in layers and shed them as the hours pass, then put them back on as the sun sets.
Change is in the air.
I get twitchy this time of year. I clean. I move furniture. I redesign the blog.
There are times I fight change tooth and nail. I hang on to things longer than I should. But change is good. It's what Easter is all about. It's what God is all about. It's what life is about.
There are people who believe in God, but believe he created this world and then sat back to watch it do it's own thing. I'm not one of those. I believe God is in the business of changing - of changing lives. Of changing my life. Little by little.
Ocean Deep was the name of the first novel I wrote. For two years it was all consuming. It was what I wanted in my identity. So when I named a blog, that was it.
But I have moved on. My life is no longer about that book. Or about my last book. Or about a new book. It's so much more than that. It's about this mad hope I have that life will continue to change, and bring good things. It's about writing and faith and family. It's a hope that God will do something great in me through those things. It's that hope that I will be a better person tomorrow than I am today.
I believe writing is what I'm supposed to do, so I keep doing it. It may not be logical, or practical, or realistic, but for now, I keep at it, because it's what I believe God wants me to do. I don't know what the end result will be, but I keep at it, because it's about more than just seeing my name in print.
But still I'm reaching for the stars - for the impossible dream.
It's a crazy, wild, impossible, mad hope.