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The time that I've taken, I pray is not wasted.    
- On March 11, 2010 at 6:18 PM           

It's a very private place, the world when you're caught in the rain. I stopped my car by the river just to listen to the sound, and the quiet drumming on the roof of my car lulled me out into the soft, spring shower. The little park on Riverside was fraught with signs of the changing season; sprigs of green, songbirds, little rustlings in the brushes absent just a week past. It's amazing how quickly these things can turn around.

I was tempted to be cold, I felt my flesh pebble and waited for the shivers.. but found only delight. I got my pants quite wet walking to the riverbank just to sit by the shore, but loved every earthy squish and squelch my flats made on the trip, loved the feeling of new and fresh and clean. Because that's what this time is for me right now--that's what it has to be.

This time is for reveling in the new, for letting falls damp leaves, the leftovers of our yesterdays, disintegrate and wash away to make room for growth and beginnings and happiness. I am unaccustomed to being this hopeful, to feeling this free.

And it's daunting at the same time, free is also lost and adrift and I still don't feel like I have a direction. My life lacks a road-map, but then, that's what makes it so exciting. There are endless possibilities, and I can't help but love the direction that things are taking, can't help but be enthralled with every step along the way. Where are we going, what's around the next bend--does it matter? Does anything matter more than the here, the now, the moment?

There is a moment in the life of every cell in everything living that it can become absolutely anything; a leaf, a branch, a root, an arm, a leg, a heart. That's where I am right now. Right here, starting to become. And this soft, spring rain is whisking me away.

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