There is a sense of overwhelming at the beginning of the year- yes, it is full of possibilities, but for me, the multitude of paths, avenues, and choices unmade and the future extending broadly in front, which makes me hesitate momentarily. I skim my dreams...
Challenges are arising. Whether with volcanic force, sudden, explosive and all-encompassing, or an irritant's formation into a pearl – long and slow, a reaction to a stimulus. An effort must be exerted to scale what can appear unscalable. The tipping point is unseen, only felt....
A tree, a dogwood. Upon its branches are pink blossoms. Blossoms in November. Tiny pink tinge buds and petals are bravely exposed to the elements. How is that possible? What occurs within the trees to bring forth a bloom during the cool months of fall?...
Stepping forward still afraid, braving the unknown, imagining an abyss into which you will fall…...
