...this is a photo I took out in the woods the other day.... crossing over a little handmade bridge... over a tiny creek... covered with ice and snow... thick with this winter cold... reminding me so much of my life right now. Cold... somewhat frozen... on the poise of a spring thaw...trickling onward... upward... on to bigger things... a new beginning.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

--written by Sir Paul MacCartney 1968

Today I am Grateful for ... new beginnings. This frozen winter. The spring to come... and this song.