This is my time of year. Maybe it’s nostalgia for those first days of school when we had fresh pencils and pads of paper, and there was so much to look forward to. For me, it’s like tangible innocence.

I don’t know; it’s as if every crisp new breeze is sweeping in the promise of possibility. The irony of it is that this is the beginning of Mother Earth’s annual sabbatical from growth and regeneration, when she pulls back, regroups, hits that spa in Arizona, then works her magic on the southern hemisphere. Regardless, for me, I breathe better, sleep better, and feel better. I think we can probably all identify with a particular place or season that makes us feel complete. I can’t think of a better time or place than right here, right now.


  1. very nice!! – like the way you think – you should try fiction – or rather ‘deviate’ towards fiction… it is fun – it has no boundaries – limited by only how much you want to deviate…

    My two cents worth on deviation –

    For most who walk between the comfort of conventionalism, deviation can be exciting, thrilling – for some deviation is a means to broaden the boundaries of coventions…

    i have more – but we will have to do that in person sometime…

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