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Fifteen years ago this morning, humid and cloudy, Two Men and a Truck moved my belongings to my new home, a modest bungalow, ideal for its quiet and neighborly support. Outside my study window flourished an old lilac shrub; it’s still there, in full bloom, its fragrance drawing smiles from dog-walkers.
But the deepest smiles have been my own. Aside from periodic pruning and watering, I’ve contributed little toward the shrub’s survival. Winter-ice encased the buds, snowdrifts weighted the branches, and winds, like whirling dervishes, propelled its root systems into deeper articulation.
Infrequently, though, a freeze shocked the heady blossoms, and then it was over until next year—Brown and spent, they languished and nicked my grief.
With this spring’s frolicking, however, fully rounded lilac buds slowly split with tinges of pale green; then emerged clusters of lavender nubs until warmed into full petalling. It’s happened again, for the sixteenth year.
Such beauty reminds me of the Source, ever recoloring my psyche and companioning my end time that demands even more consciousness. Again, as I look out my study window, I thrill with regal blossoms sweeping the sky. I’m in good hands and always have been.

thrusts through womb trough
chills lung sacs
startles color/sound splashes
stretches gummy muscles
pokes around the edge of things
joys in breast folds
tears in alien darkness
toe-clings first steps
collects skinned knees
accepts the “No”
discovers inner worlds of puppy, butterfly, lady bug, tortoise
indwells with earth rhythms
rejoices in sun/clouds patterning
tastes the sunset peach
captures words, both silent and still
uncovers the dark side
releases festering waters
chews the tough hide of disappointment
listens to the turning point
washes in stillness
whistles canyon echoes
winks at unseen helpers
presses juices from happenings
shuffles toward soul embrace
desires night dreams
greets inner shamans
colors mornings and evenings
diminishes through aging
sucked into to the black hole
surrenders to the ravager, death
restores to the mystery