Promise year: 42

To have and to hold “will not last long”

too messy, too young they said

yet 42 promise years later,

we stand each whole

and yet one.

Lost often in transitions of life and being

Found tired and tried

But always true to the journey

One breath at a time of I Love You’s.

Sweet spot

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“bittersweet” courtesy of Phillip Schwarz

A journey to stay connected and embraced leaves you vulnerable and obvious. 

You will not be strong all the time.

A journey to be present even among shame and pain leaves you broken.

You will not win.

A journey with the sun leaving for winter and then back again leaves you tired.

You will change.

A journey to find your place with strangers at the table will leave you hungry.

You will know–bittersweet.

On the pin

Living daily on the edge, the point of change and even chaos requires an ability to perceive and interpret beginnings.  Can you see something new happening from something old? Can you  hear the key change and move to an altered beat?

To do this every day is not sustainable without love and hope. Love creates the net that will catch you when you fall from the pinnacle and hope promises to set you back upright and in a new place.  

So on the head of a pin angels dance, moving to the beat of a love song — hopeful you will see them orchestrating your part in new spaces of beginning.