So, a time of change. Again. For awhile there, I thought I was done with change. But change was just beginning, as it always does. Change is not an aberration, but a constant. Still, a lot of change. Lost Rose, lost Izzy. Death is not a shock to me, but a part of life.  I don’t mourn death, I celebrate life. At first that was just an idea, but now I believe it deeply.

With loss comes gain, rebirth, renewal. The farm has taught me to never be surprised by loss. Or renewal. They are in the natural cycle of things. We got sheep. I am getting a new dog. I am teaching a writing workshop. I am selling the farm. Moving into a new one. Publishing my first e-book original. Publishing my first book of short stories.

Change is breath to me life. My life is not bounded by how little I can change, but by how much. Change is difficult, disturbing, wonderful, uplifting, frightening. Glorious. Ahead of me, as always is love, crisis and mystery.