the oak tree which covers my house drops these acorns with
every passing breeze. at first the sound annoyed me, nature's marbles constantly pinging on top of my head. ...but now they are a welcomed reminder that a change is at hand.

and gosh, how i want the change.

last year at this time i was in key west. it was the beginning of a most unusual year of unknowing and heartache. i never thought i would make it through that time.

but i did, and here i am. a little flat, a little tired, and still a little unsure.
but i am still here.

ill be leaving this old house soon. it was a good place to land after the hurricane. but its now time to go. to re-enter the world of the living.
to give up the seclusion i have hidden within.
and finally,
begin again...

“And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.”
Kahlil Gibran