12/13/16 Notes to Myself:

Life and death seem to do
this dance that I'm not sure
I always like being a part of.
But I am. A present witness to it all.

In the midst of mourning the
loss of a treasured friend I
simultaneously notice all the
new experiences birthing themselves
around me. 

That's how it works...

Sometimes it all feels so scary among
the blend of grief and joy. How can I
have both? But I do.

It's like the photo, where in the 
midst of winter it gets cold outdoors.
Things die off and go dormant.
But inside a beam of new life can shoot
up seemingly unaffected by it all.
But it is.
Neither one can co-exist without 
the other. 

That's how it works...