There is a life/death/life cycle that no one wants to live too closely to. This week, as the full moon began it’s decent to the grave and the bluebells pushed towards the light and life waiting for them above the loose soil, a mirroring occurred in my own life.
Backyard Yearning
Today I watched my neighbor precisely arraigning chairs placed perfectly parallel. Silently, I wished for chaos to meet the order of that backyard, Rather than face the hurricane of my own.