Winds of Change

Our house is becoming more empty. My beautiful treasures packed in boxes - hidden inside cardboard. Making final adjustments, signing papers, poignantly feeling the permanence of this wind that is blowing us Eastward. At times my heart catches in my throat, and tears well up, but this I know - I have made changes before. This wind has blown me in many directions. I will get my bearings and I will bend and I will flow and soon, soon my heart will soar.

So I stand here with arms spread wide allowing all the Joy the wind can hold.

Here's to Riding the Wind!