Like much of what I what write that isn't necessarily bloggish, I'm not sure what this is, but I'm keeping it here until I figure out what to do with it.


There's something about finding an ending in a new beginning. A giving in. A letting go. A leaning into. An exhale. A shed tear. A hand held. A tumbling of words from a silenced mouth. A yes where you first heard no. A go when you first heard stay. A willingness to stay when you wanted to run. There's a rising up when you thought buried was the only choice. There's a song. A sweet harmony when you couldn't find the melody. There's freedom in an abandoned past.  There's love in a new beginning.