Dandelion

Life is a strange and lovely thing.

As I sit here in my beautiful house, it's dark and cooling off enough to open the doors and windows.
The moon should be full tonight, lighting the woods in the forest outside my windows.
The boys are with me, Bode on the front porch, cool on the concrete; Dandy close to me on the couch.

Three years ago, tonight was my last night of my old life.  Consumed by packing and plans I left no time for grieving.  Instead I put all my efforts into making that transition, knowing that if I wanted to save my life I had to go.

I spent a lot of time grieving, once I was alone.  Crying with fear and loneliness but never doubting that my course was true and that ahead I would be whole and happy and life would be good.

It is good, no, it's great and I am whole and ready to share my life.

Peace