eighty-two

looking forward to this weekend...

a short and sweet trip 

to see some amazing people

in a beautiful city called new york

eighty-one

time sweeps away

the pieces of our broken bridge

and in the quiet places

i remember 
and hope

that somewhere

you are smiling

eighty

the song my heart is singing right now

seventy-nine

there are buds in the trees

and

sweetness in the air

i am hopeful

and thankful

and full of daydreams

these days

soaking up the first 

small gifts

of spring

seventy-eight

blues...

seventy-seven

a rather awe-inspiring evening temperature!

 dancing lights over the charles river

seventy-six

 

seeing simply what is right before us...

a difficult thing to sustain,

but so, so important.

these yellow tulips were my lovely reminder

during this challenging week

that we can choose where to focus.

our eyes

our energy

our hearts.

my patience, honesty, and ego were seriously tested in the past few days.

 many anxious evenings.

but i feel like i have come through.

perhaps even with some flying colors.

for i''ve been learning (the hard way) that

if we stay present 

and

see what is before us

and

take action only with the

clearest, most honest intention,

we have done our best.

the pains will pass.

good things will shine bright.