It's balmy here today --though snowing in your back yard --
and the sun warms my shoulders
as I sit and stare at my idle hands,
resting in my lap.
Before me the future remains
blank,
mysterious:
What will it be?
How can I ensure
that this space
that currently surrounds and fills
my life and heart
will continue to open;
continue to fill
with music and art,
community and friends,
stories and love.
Will intentions be enough
to make that happen?
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