A Solemn Time of Passings

I felt the cold icy fingers of Winters last gasp these past few days.

The hail today and the promise of a late snow.

The blossoms are quiet to the hum of Bees and I hear a voice calling to me.

I do what I do for myself, because there is nothing anyone or exterior thing- that can offer me the enticement of more possesions.

It is important to shed your skin in preparation to having the glass refilled.

Like the outside- my inside is the same.

I see no difference, yet a part of me feels sad at their transition.

A solemn time, because of the memory of my mothers passing and almost at the same time my only living Aunt!

This year bring with it more synchronicities and saddness, because so many more have left.

It tells of a future time that looks nothing like what I have known for my life.

Changes are happening at break- neck speed and the roller coaster ride has even more twist and turns of fate.

This is therefore just a journal of passing thoughts that I choose to indulge and make a part of my online journal- April 18th 2008