No longer do I need to say or write your name.
I closed your final chapter with the turning of the last page.
I thought you were going to be a leisurely read,
one I might grab before heading to the beach.
A surprise you were, with heavy conflict
and many nonsensical plot twists,
but to say I want to clear my mind of you would be a pretense,
because in addition to all that you delivered –
confusion, loss, pain, sorrow, and blame,
you also delivered universal lessons
and new personal connections.
Neither I want to disregard or forget.
Three hundred and sixty-six pages –
Tattered, warped, and blurred,
not by a sea spray,
cooling me off on a warm day,
but by stinging tears
that began with one,
quickly becoming a global flood.
The final page –
a celebratory wave that began in the South Pacific,
rippling across the globe and raising consciousness,
when both hands pointed toward the heavens.
It is now time to move on;
the daily occupation of the “balanced” year is done.
I intend to remember.
I intend to nurture,
as we step in the direction of an unclear, but hopeful future.
A wee bit wiser,
I am now ready to travel this year’s unpredictable road
with a repacked bag for the next grand adventure.
I removed expectations,
freeing up space for more laughter and love.
Has it really been one year since we stepped into 2020? I danced in, believing it would be a year that delivered “vision and symmetry” as I penned in my first post of the year. I quickly realized, with launched missiles and raging fires, as I described in my following post, that 2020 was “a mislabeled container that doesn’t reveal what is inside.” As we all know, “blurred vision and imbalance,” continued to be a theme that grew more pronounced last year. Turning the page to a new year does not magically eradicate the global realities of Covid and other serious hardships, but vaccines offer hope for a safer future. 😷🤞🏼🤲🏼 Best wishes and thank you for visiting. 💗 Michele
At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done. We will be judged by “I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat, I was naked and you clothed me. I was homeless, and you took me in.”~Mother Teresa
Photo 1: Street mural along the Roosevelt Row Art District in Phoenix, Arizona. I could not locate the artist’s name from yesterday’s capture. 😞 I will update if I find it. Artists deserve recognition! If you’ve never been, Roosevelt Row is a wonderful artistic destination, lined with dozens of murals and other creative captures.
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