One More Year Round The Sun

Another trip round the sun. Three hundred sixty five days, couple of blue moons, handful of seasons, myriad of cells sloughed off, regenerated and she's still here. One year older, arguably wiser, certainly more experienced with this thing called Life and all that entails. Every moment of every day carries within it the pure potential to swing wildly in or out of her favour so she's been practicing choice, adaptation, engagement, disentanglement, acceptance, forgiveness, righteous indignation, compassion, kindness and outright fear and anger wrapped in a bottomless pit of Now What? One more year, one more ring around the trunk. Roots grow deeper, sails bellow out a bit deeper and black and white becomes a tenuous shade of grey more often than not. The what ifs, the shoulda woulda coulda's mean something different now. That surprises her. Expect the unexpected. Better yet, lose all expectation. Investments are larger, losses are greater and the highs failed to manifest in any great capacity last time round. If everything rolls out on seven year cycles this is the beginning of a new chapter, a new age, seven by six up. Up and out. By moving forward and not looking back the path emerges. Isn't that how it goes? Mountains and valleys and sinkholes. Even the Grand Canyon is breathtaking and it's just a massive rock hole in the ground. Once she starts climbing out the air gets warmer, the light brighter and persective shifts. It's quite magnificent from the edge, looking over but not dropping in. Up and out, roots down, arms wide open, soaking in the sun. Another year over, a new one just begun.

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