We have this house, not a home anymore. Putting it on the market. When will it sell, who knows? You’ve already gone. I, still here, stuck in a time that is past.

It will sell and then the vestiges of a past life will fall away. I am done in the past and am looking forward to the future with trepidation and excitement. Not long ago I couldn’t see a future. It’s still tenuous. I am used to looking through the lense of fear.

If I take a step forward though I will see things open up. If I stay in one spot I don’t blossom I just wilt further into the back ground.

I don’t have the belief that I am a flower that can blossom or that any one will want to smell me, but I think that if I look at myself and am humble and tough enough to accept what is there I will realise that God only makes flowers.

If I look closely at life it’s all about coming together and falling apart.