I speak in the blue of a winter sky, sing in the tender green of the first spring leaf; I croon lullabies in the warm light of the late afternoon sun slanting in through the open window and exhale a chorus of brilliant orange sunset harmonies. When the autumn moon is overhead, I simply dance to its gypsy heart as there are no words to describe that blue and mellow being with its mad, roving eye.
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Follow Your North Star
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.
