Twelve years of new days, of changes big and small. Twelve years of finding a new way.
This morning I watched the glow of the new day fill our home and gazed at the rising sun with my boy. We found delight in it together. When bringing in more wood I found this little sign on one of the logs. Pieces of beauty making up the whole all around me.
I always play the “what-ifs” scenarios in my head on this day. But maybe, on this day, I’ll just think about what is, not what might have been.
Everything lost is found again
in a new form, in a new way
Everything hurt is healed again
in a new time, in a new day.
—Starhawk, “Kore” chant