Not much writing here from me lately. I'd like to change that in the coming weeks. Winter is a time to lay fallow, let things rest and recuperate before the regenerative cycle begins anew. I try to keep my perspective.
At least that's been the case for this blog. Other matters have intervened: great holiday fun and hijinx; a big work transition or my wife; and, lesser so work changes for me (but maybe not... we'll see). My son Colin's Tourette's has come into full and challenging bloom as he enters adolescence. All part of life's rich pageant. I say that partly in good humor, but also because all of this is part of the beauty.
It's winter, yes, and this has its own inherent daily beauty. Quietly pregnant with the coming spring and the new and sometimes unforeseen possibility lurking within.
Today, is Colin's 11th birthday. Not where I'd quite imagined he'd be, but then, I like surprises. Tourette's is challenging, but it's not fatal. From what I'm learning, it comes and goes and this is one of the tougher times. We're all very proud of who he is and are so glad he's here.
Here is my somber, winter photo from today. This reminds me much of winter in New England (I grew up there), except without the persisent dampness and coldness that lingers often into April. But it's alright for inner contemplation for a day. I'll take warmth and bright sun in regular doses, thank you please. And we do get that here in spades, even earlier today!
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