I scanned over my last post just now to refresh my memory of what I've already said and what I've yet to say.  I have a handful of blogs.  It's like trying to keep a hundred friends atop some good news one by one.

Did I tell you this yet?

I read it and realized I never did get out to buy my Imbolc plants.  This time last year I'd have been upset and panicked and, quite honestly, ashamed of my lack of dedication.  This year I'm a little more centered and, quite frankly, a lot easier on myself.  I'll get the plants soon.  And the seeds for this summer's garden.  It will mean just as much in my heart this week as last.  I'm fairly sure if I've come to a place of self-forgiveness, the God and Goddess must be equally as forgiving of my "best laid plans" and their frequent demise.

But isn't that the way of things?  Sometime life really doesn't give a shit what you've planned.  The trick is learning to rock and roll with it.