Born in the Spring, I have always felt most alive moving from the
deadness of Winter to the expectations of life. For many years now,
with the memory of being primary caregiver during my husbands last
weeks of life, Spring has also been accompanied by a more intense
amount of paradox,,, insanity,,, chaos. Life and death become an
enigma, patterns twisting in relation to some mysterious force that
appears and disappears like the cats claws that move across the
water. Watching the dance, I care for each moment.
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Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.........
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