Spring

Spring! And Earth is like a child
who has learned many poems by heart.
For the trouble of that long learning
she wins the prize.

Her teacher was strict. We loved the white
of the old man's beard. Now we can ask her
the many names of green, of blue,
and she knows them, she knows them!

Earth, school is out now. You're free
to play with the children. We'll catch you,
joyous Earth. The happiest will catch you!

All that the teacher taught her—the many thoughts
pressed now into roots and long
tough stems: she sings! She sings!

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

A Room with a View of a Mall

Eight Days

I can finally drive to and from the office without using my GPS.  

Not knowing where I was going every time I got into the car was disconcerting.

Thankfully, I got my bearings.  Familiar landmarks already stand out on my route.

Days are long, yet pass in the blink of an eye.

Each one more and more intense.

problem solving, decision making, focusing, communicating, organizing

Prefer proactive to reactive, but the latter can't be avoided.

anticipate, prepare, expect the unexpected.

One week introductory yoga pass expired today.

Eager to move on from Exhale's gym mentality.

In search of finding a better fit, but grateful

for the initial exploration, and how it anchored my transition.

In search of a new living situation as well.

I'm currently in a planned community, basically an outdoor mall.

National food chains and store fronts comprise this faux neighborhood.

The piped in music on the street below bellows into my apartment.

I'm living in a mall.

How I miss the view from my house in the hills, and the canyon trials I access from my door.

If I dwell, I will be overtaken with home sicknesses. 

All is fluid.

  Beginnings. Endings. Beginnings.

Sets

In two weeks we'll be shooing on these stages.

Gloria

Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning

Gloria Steinem

Dogwood

Prior to leaving LA, I was already pining for the blooming Jacaranda trees, and the desert buds I would miss this season.  Foolish me, focusing on the void instead of embracing the newness ahead of me.  The dogwoods, a favorite since childhood, are peppered through out Atlanta bursting with white and pink petals.  They are absolutely spectacular and a reminder to look ahead with adventure, instead of peering in the review mirror with apprehension and regret. 

Ain't that the Truth