Some days - find me caught in between. Somewhere between the discipline of showing-up...of producing...of practicing the art of creating no-matter-what - and that of 'trust'.

Some days - it's hard to know which is right thinking...and which is wrong. What is the best...and what is the worst. If any or either one really matters?

Some days - the long endless winter ones - make me want to give up...to give in...to surrender. I'm craving color. I'm craving change. I'm craving longer...warmer days and more light.

For this day - the spots of red...the sour-sweet taste...the reminder of summer's bounty - are enough to sustain me.

Like all days - I'm grateful for 'this'.

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