find the new beginnings the smell of snow and rain the energy of the moon during transition that fly that lands on your knee in the opening of spring find it in nature you belong there walk into the canyon arms you are an old friend the mother I never had and the father I know too well. a new partner, a lover when the leaves fall and the birds sing on that first silent snowfall, with the moon swinging above in the disarray of the stars and in the trunks that hold the canopy up find your hope search for it in every smell, sight, and feeling believe in it, cling to it, wrap your limbs around it and never let it go.
A blog of repairing your broken pieces with gold.