How do crisscrossing lines of experience color and scratch the lens of awareness? What is it that scares us away from the continual array of unfolding beauty? Why do we shut down? What blinds us to so many golden opportunities: to touch; to gaze; to be vulnerable; to reveal our most deeply felt experiences with another human being? Why are the brambles we encase ourselves in so comfortable… seductive, even? What does it take to remind us that Winter is but a fleeting moment? Yet again, Spring will  have her way with him; melting his heart; bringing all that was thought to be dead back to life for the blink of an eye which make up a relationship; a life; a moment; a season. All that is born immediately changes. Our lives blossom and grow, then unravel before we know it. Death’s hand is always with us, reminding us how each precious opportunity to let someone know we are willing to listen, to love, and to care, is also with us.

Image shot through my friend’s frost-covered door just before heading back from a wonderful weekend in Taos, New Mexico.