New Beginnings

Fools and Flowers

You see how the blossoms,

drenched in dew,

rise from last year’s

forgotten leaves?

How they lift their faces

to the new day

and drink in

the light?

Only fools

and flowers

are giddy enough

to rejoice

with their feet

already planted

in their graves.

Only fools

and flowers

and me,

drunk on life—

that heady stuff

which plies courage

through my veins.

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It has been a difficult few years, and, as I look back on my blog posts here, I realize that many of them are rooted in grief and loss. It has been important for me to process the deaths of so many beloved ones, and I hope that my reflections have also been helpful for others who are trying to come to terms with loss. 

Something has changed for me, though. Maybe it's a lesson that has been presenting itself to me again and again--one which I'm finally beginning to understand. Whatever the case may be, I feel that the time has come for me to move away from this blog, and to start one which does not focus so much on the past as it does on the present.

I will still post stories about growing up with my brother and sister here from time to time, but I'd like to invite you to visit my new blog, "The Mud, the Lotus, and the Pencil" at pencilblossoms.blogspot.com. It's going to be a "messy collection of thoughts on writing and transformation." The first blog is already posted--it's called "On Seeing."

You can find the link on the sidebar whenever you visit this blog. 

Thank you for making the journey with me in the past few years.  I wish you all the best, and hope you'll come along on this new path I'm walking (and writing about).

Enjoy the spring weather, and do as the flowers do: always find the courage to rejoice!