To begin is to step forward with a spring and a dream in your mind.
To finality and break of an end makes me sad.
I think of leaving somewhere special, saying goodbye to someone special, of letting go when perhaps you are not ready.
I love beginnings. Endings not so much. Yet, to begin something there has to be an ending. My visual image of his is a circle. A curve which clasps at itself. Bittersweet.
Endings have value in that they force us to take stock of what was and pause to think on what will be. If we so choose. So, I pause. Thank you to the last decade for the lessons it brought, the joys, the gifts, my children. My ending is not that any of this is going away or being shut in a dark closet, but that I have to let go of the security of what was to find the uncertainty of what will be.
“Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” RUMI
