No Going Back
I don’t have faith in that circling dance of seasons anymore. Instead, it’s a “you can’t go back” chant I’m hearing from the universe, at least the small space in it I can tune in to. Will I learn to accept that the place where I live is not what it once was? How can I not grieve for what has been lost? I don’t know. I do know that nature’s loveliness, what I can see at one time with my own eyes within the microcosm of a walk in the woods or across my yard, sometimes overpowers those questions. Continue reading