Small Advances

My wee home in distance beyond my neighbor's house and out buildings.

Small Advances

9/29/11

I love where I live,

blessed to be on land

of great beauty and horizons,

lovingly held by strong trees

daily emitting their symbolic wisdom,

plus birds, animals, plants surrounding,

and the potential just waiting

in workshop, writing den, home,

this nest of continuous transformation

adjoined by neighbors, friends, community,

where my eccentricities are accepted,

though, fair enough, rarely understood

as often I don't either,

especially during transitions that test

my mettle when contraction, expansion,

separate skin of old self

from that being newly born

when lethargy opens to emergence

of idea supplying enough energy

to begin simple action toward

doing something constructive for joy,

delivered during process of completion

and at end bringing satisfaction

because movement finally did occur,

turning into momentum after rising

up from where I'd fallen,

making small advances into future.