year 5 begins

this is the painting that started it all.   

emma tree turns 4 today

and i head into year 5 without a clue.

i carry a map with roads to be drawn as i find them,

pencils, crayons, stardust;

my heart-the-compass always, as i've said before, pointing true north.

i have learned to embrace the unknown places,

learned that stumbling down the steepest of hills is not the end.

you just start from there and count the new flowers you find,

learned that what i believed in the beginning still holds true:

magic is falling everywhere around you.

hold out your hand and catch it.

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thank you to all of y'all who are still here,

still visiting, still putting up with me.

i won't attempt to find words to tell you how much you mean to me -

there are none.

y'all have changed my life.

i bow to you.

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this morning is warmth and loud fast winds and a robin outside the door.

birdsong, flying leaves.
yellow forsythia abloom at the foot of the driveway.
pink blossoms on tulip trees dropping to the ground.
the wind is cleaning house.

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