A new leaf, new life kinda day. I suppose the same could be said of every day. We move from one moment, to the next, to the next. There is utter newness in each instant as time moves steadily, undeniably on. Life will not be denied until it's knocked down dead.
A new job, a tentative return to the blog, one big sigh as I edge closer to optimism + regain a sense of intense gratitude for the life I lead.
This morning's songs were doing that prophetic thing, making me bounce down Johnston Street in spite of the heat. Past the random array of shops, galleries, bars, mysteries. Cats in shop windows + a turtle swimming slow circles in front of a velvet curtain. Propelled onwards + upwards. This new life can be good, WILL be good, if I let it.
I feel it all, I feel it all. The wings are wide. Wild card inside.