Meow Meow

He squealed in delight: ‘meow…meow’.
Clearly - he’d discovered something that I hadn’t.

I looked up. I looked around. I looked everywhere except for down.
But then…and there - at his 2 year old eye level - I found.

This ‘meow…meow’ and that little boy were looking one another right in the eye…
And they were talking.

Home

And then - there’s the returning.

Home.

Where winter is so slow to let go….
Where spring is choosing to take her sweet time…
Where the ground is sweet…
Where the air is clear…
Where new life awaits…

Home.
There’s no place like it.

A Sign

Looking for a sign. 
For a color.
For a shape...or a line.

On this first day of this new month.
I return.
With one slow breath.
I begin again.