It's nearly Spring. I know, it's only February 21st, but it feels like Spring out there. Tulips, daffodils, hyacinths and iris are pushing up through the ground. The earth smells different, like it's warming, like it's awakening, like it's about to offer up new life once more. The light is different. There is a warmth and intensity to sunbeams that warms the skin and stirs the spirit to take a deep metaphorical breath and stretch. The days are longer, and we open the windows to let the fresh air flow through the house, a space that has been mostly closed against the cold, cold days and nights of late. I am a Spring baby, which is why I have always felt particularly alive and vital and happy during this time. The birds are making interesting Spring sounds, too. Their coos and chirps have changed in tone to a happier and less resolute timbre. They know warmer days and nights await, and their song reflects joy in that awareness. May you all feel the blood in ...