Beginnings. We all got here the same way. Some of us were conceived in love, others were conceived by accident, some were conceived in violence and others via test tube. However you got here, you got here. This is the place of being and a fresh opportunity. I wish that life were fair. I wish that we all landed with the same playing gear and on the same playing field but we don't. Its not fair. I used to try to achieve fairness, but it can't be done. The scales are always tipping. I was watching someone the other night whose personal live is currently a disaster, and yet there she was enjoying the moment she was in, moving to the music as it played. I thought, that is how I want to be. I want to recognize the moments of joy, to hear the music, to move. I can not erase all the hard stuff in my life but neither should I be consumed by it. I two miles today (on my stationary bike in front of the window that looks out on my back yard. Outside it was dark and nasty. The wind was dancing in the leaves. The way the tree tossed and swayed reminded me of how I used to dance and twirl with the wind when I was a child. Did you ever do that? It got me to wondering what makes us stop dancing with the wind? Do we have to? Can we still dance? I think we can, and as soon as I get up the courage, and the weather is a little better, I am going to do it again.

* my original original woodcut print