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plumtreeblossomIn only a few hours it will be September. This year thus far has jetted by at an astonishing speed, yet has been packed with a rollercoaster of emotions, efforts, achievements and influences. Joys and heartbreaks separated by mere minutes and a few words. Unanticipated successes, new creative focuses, finding lifelong friends I’d known forever but never met until this year, moving like trains through the station of my life, the inbound or the outbound.
That lyric line above is from a song by P.N., a love turned friend turned brother. I thought of it this morning as I was waking up, the weight of the rain pulling those first autumn leaves to the ground. He lives several hours away and we don’t see each other face to face often, but he is one of the people whose presence is eternal in my life. So too are other friends distant, or who soon will be; here with me without being here. Winter is a time when I gather thoughts of kindred souls out in the world, clustered together for heart warmth. Their existence is a gift that I celebrate, inside, where miles melt like candle wax – temporarily, but whenever I light the candle.
Loving energy.
That lyric line above is from a song by P.N., a love turned friend turned brother. I thought of it this morning as I was waking up, the weight of the rain pulling those first autumn leaves to the ground. He lives several hours away and we don’t see each other face to face often, but he is one of the people whose presence is eternal in my life. So too are other friends distant, or who soon will be; here with me without being here. Winter is a time when I gather thoughts of kindred souls out in the world, clustered together for heart warmth. Their existence is a gift that I celebrate, inside, where miles melt like candle wax – temporarily, but whenever I light the candle.
Loving energy.