The soil wasdark and rich and fertile - readying itself for the summer season of growth.
The sky was that hopeful color of azure blue.
The trees were only beginning their cycle - in soft greens and pinks and yellows.
Here is where I began. And here is - still - where I am.
It's been - perhaps - the longest five months...and the shortest.
Time has passed too quickly and it's moved at a slower than snail's pace.
Been thinking a lot about life and its cycles.
Of growth...of bearing fruit...of simply being....of decline and decay.
Of beginnings and endings and all that makes-up that in-between.
The changes. The transitions.
Those moments that cause us to pause...to reflect...to rethink.
Maybe we live our lives in quarter centuries?
Maybe we live in circles and cycles...beginning and returning and returning and beginning again?
My heart was in these mountains in my first quarter - as a child.
In so many ways - I grew up here believing that nothing would ever change.
Safe and protected from so much of life's truth.
In my second quarter - I wandered. My heart and home went elsewhere.
I grew up. I learned that life doesn't give us second chances.
This is it. It's our one time. Now is all we have.
I began here. And - still - here I am. Returning and beginning again - in this third quarter.
Older and wiser. Softer and gentler.
Ready to see and experience with all five senses...and a heart wide open.
Sweetly bitter...and bitterly sweet.
I do so love these mountains.