April is my favorite month. Not only is it my birthday month, but I sincerely love rain. I love the smell of it, being in it, everything. April showers bring May flowers, and I couldn't be happier. I took latin in high school, in case you didn't know, and because of that, I am slightly (completely) nerdy about word derivations. "The traditional etymology [for April] is from the Latin aperire, "to open,"" (according to wikipedia). WELL, April means honest self-evaluation and openess, the ability to renew myself and enjoy all my senses as the world does the same.
Not only that, but THIS is happening this weekend. Listening to inspired men and women on the watchtower always helps me not only mend myself, but it enlarges me and my ability to do the things I love, to worship and praise through any and all talents I have been blessed with. If you are so inclined, I hope you get the most out of general conference possible.
--
a few notes:
title: from a madrigal I sang in choir in high school.
the image: a few doors down. They have the most beautiful flowers every spring, and I was SO excited to see something finally acting alive.
1 comment:
April is the month I have been needing for a while now. I need to renew myself and enjoy my senses once again. I still feel stagnant from what seemed like the longest winter in history. I'm also always up for an honest self evaluation. It is such a cleansing act, especially for an artist.
Post a Comment