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The thing is - she mentioned in casual passing - that the landscape is so color-less.
It’s true - I thought - that this month is known best for its endless grey.
But then - when I thought again and stopped to look and see….
I found there was color - still.
Right there and always.
Waiting for me.
In the November desert.
In Hebrew we say: B’Midbar
Bare branches…endless sky. Nothing but questions.
After one beautiful…long…overwhelming and inspiring retreat week.
Anything is possible.
After so many years of dreaming….I’ve returned to school.
A beginner student with a beginner’s mind.
Recalling my freshman year so many decades ago…navigating what’s yet to be.
Officially - in pursuit of an MFA.
Here and there - I’ll share my journey along my way.
I watched and waited for that sun to rise over those mountains.
My head knows - it happens every morning.
My heart cried - but it 's never looked and felt quite like this.
I didn’t realize that I’ve been holding my breath.
In one giant exhale.
We begin again with promise.