Winter

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and madness.  I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks your wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art - write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

~ Neil Gaiman

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Death

I’ve been waiting and watching and waiting and watching for this old tree to fall. For years it stood decaying where it stood.. held by the limbs of the tree beside it. This tree became a metaphor for much of my life. I walked past it and would debate pushing it over and instead I waited because intuitively I knew my two hands were not meant to control its time to fall to the forest floor. This tree was so dead, so rotten, that even birds would not make their home in it.. and yet it stood.. winds blew and it stood.. rains came and it stood.. ice, snow, heat, and hail.. it just held on.. until now. I feel myself rejoicing as once again it’s metaphor - it’s story is not lost on me. I will say beyond a doubt I am glad to see the hole in the Canopy this tree has left. Sayonara old friend. Let the new saplings grow! Thanks for the medicine and teachings about holding on and knowing when to let go.

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Predator and Prey

The hour of departure has arrived and we go our separate ways, I to die and you to live.  Which of these two is better only God knows.

~ Socrates

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Swallowtail

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls the butterfly.

~ Richard Bach

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Mirror

Although the tree in the middle looks barren of leaves it has found a way to grow with its feet deep in the muck of the pond.

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