March came softly as a lamb with warm sunshine and gentle air. Surprised it could be March already, I am not quite mentally ready for this slice of life challenge. But I’m here. I’m doing it–because the last two years taught me that writing daily changes you, lengthens your view, deepens your perceptions, and gives you new friends. Just as the days begin to get longer and plants send their roots down and their shoots up, writing is an act that is a struggle to affirm a life. This month I hope to reach down and reach up to find a brighter day. That’s what I need to say today.