It has been too long, and I have gotten too lazy.
We are back to normal, the new normal, after a week away at my brother's wedding, at home. So nice to smell the salt air, to breathe through my nose, to visually devour the fall colours and the abundance of green. Home will always be home, no matter how long we're gone, no matter how far away, no matter what.
Despite my cold and lost voice, I talked and talked. A swarm of family swirled, a party after party. It was fun of all fun, and full...of laughter, of chaos, of love. I sit here now in quiet (how my mom must have felt after we had all left) looking out my picture window at the mountains (as she would have done her garden and the glorious Palmatum full moon turning from yellow to orange). Life lays before me open and ready. I feel a shift, in the wind, in the weather. I feel a shift about to shift me. "The breath of God." He read. And I make my own sense of it.
Life is good. It has to be, the t-shirt says so.
We just have to make the choice.