It finally got warm today and the sun took on the brighter hue of light that is a signal of the definitive turn of the season.
I sense my own kind of turning.
I sat in a new favorite spot this morning by the river. A rock that rises just high enough above the water that a small surface is mossy but dry.
It reminds me of a rock I used to go sit on in college, a refuge for my troubles, a resting place for my broken heart.
Rivers with rocks that hold me suspended over water, a place apart from people and their world, what that demands, and how impossible that can be, and more to come home to myself, and discover all the love and beauty that hums and blossoms out there.
Rivers and rocks seem to want to be there for me. I am grateful for that. They are good solid company.