© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2015
At a certain point in life, one might notice that there are patterns and cycles in one’s life. Long ago some one told me this and it could very well be true. I have noticed things, events, lack of things, lack of events in my own life.
Occasionally I succumb to lament, go through my own little grieving and then again open my eyes, my arms, my heart to embrace what I have. This time of year, a time of meditation and reflection, the last dark days of winter before the anticipation of a new year, a new spring, lament clutters my path like litter of previous cycles before blowing away in the spring light of gratitude for the good I have.
Atom at Om