When I wrote about being ready for the season's change I was not prepared for what was in store for us. The season has brought us a dramatic, somewhat painful sort of change.

A week ago we were living very comfortably in the tiny home we'd carved out of this big unforgiving city of angels. Our life seemed simple enough. Studio apartment filled with inexpensive, free, or handmade furnishings. One car. One dog. A couple of fish. And a flood of natural light. Our simple home seemed to stand so proud in a crumbling economy. Suddenly we've found ourselves caught in the riptide of recession making our proud little home feel more like a house of cards.

Still, we are confident that this unexpected change brings blessings, however disguised they may be. Be that as it may, the knowledge that some caterpillars don't make it through their stage of metamorphosis leaves me feeling a bit of fear as we enter ours.

Wish us luck. Wish us Spring. Wish us wings.