Back to Light

It was dark for a very long time, but inexplicably, and without any warning, light peeps in. The second A; the A that comes after you have done everything, been through every obstacle possible, and are finally ready to sing the song over again. Happily, even. I see possibility in everything these days. A table for $9.99 at Ikea which always seemed a little too small. . .

. . .but now a lamp reminds me a little of me. . .when it was about packing up my life and not knowing when the last unpacking would be or how it would all turn out. . .when life was little curvy and topsy turvy.

But it's turning out beautifully, better than I could ever have hoped. Everything seems to fit into place like a puzzle once the borders are done. Tricky things, those borders. Straight, defined lines that have no room for grey.

I've always had a proclivity for arches and circles. Bending is important.

Perhaps finally, I'm seeing this new world for the first time. . .and there are moments when I wonder if it's all a facade and maybe it's just rose-tinted glasses.

But there are roses everywhere and I find myself unfolding into Fall with all the vigor and life force that is Spring.