The incessant rain patters against the dark windows of my house. I can barely remember a day without some sort of rain this year. It has been dark and gloomy, or muggy hot. Too many extremes for Spring.
Of course I am a little more on edge than I might ordinarily. Packing leaves my home in constant disarray. Clutter of one sort, or another is closing in around me as I pack more boxes and need to find a place to stack them.
I want things done, but there are things I don't want to hide from my view just yet. Quan Yin's sweet face, always calm and peaceful before me is a comfort as is my white stallion and Ganesh. Familiar things who reach deep into my inner most thoughts and allow me to find the light when it is most important.
Everything is changing. Everyone is changing. This is the turning point.
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