I lit my mother's white square candle yesterday, the one she has had for decades now. It made me feel good to pull it out and add it to our holiday decor.
Read moreCocooning
There was no guarantee she would be able to put herself together again so she took a new form and moved differently through the world. She shifted her entire existence and yet everything around her stayed the same.
Read moreAlchemy
A seed does not self-pity the dirt, the darkness; it’s sprouts; it grows; compelling itself to change with direction unknown. It finds a way to its given value.
Read moreAgain and Again
After all this time, I can’t see what it is I want to write except that I want to write and I know that is my true way in this life.
Read moreTransition
The movement calls me to the moment and I am cast into a sea I can wholly not ignore. Sometimes the business of life is a gift of transition.
Read moreDestination Unknown
Trust the billowy movement to take you out into the far reaches of this existence. You must believe in the journey. Build your vision, stretch your wings, follow your compass. The creature flying toward you is an unfettered friend; a muse in these surroundings. What story do you want to tell?
Read moreChange is in the Air
The seasons come subtly but they push you into a new mode. You adjust your actions and your clothes. The air around you changes and familiar old smells come back to you.
There is nothing you can do about the evolution taking place. So you delight in the colors around you, in the temperature and the light. The weather anchors your way when you truly have no idea where you’re headed.
You hold hands with your loved ones, you cherish things unseen that make you feel whole. You are headed home.
Unseen
When I began to let go and just notice strange, random occurrences that seemed to be unparalleled and yet so very similar, I started to feel whole and to feel like part of something greater.
Read more60 years later
People love you and they loose you, even if you are still in their life.
You staple the moment to your memory, to your heart, to the page accompanied by your handwritten mark.
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