I’m balancing the green calm and New England beauty of CT with the noise and high rise buildings of NYC.

I’m balancing grief at my brother’s passing and joy at sharing hugs and connection with family and friends.  

I’m balancing inner and outer as I trust in renewal and resilience.  The month of May has been filled with tears and laughter, and warm hugs of love.  I honor grace as I pause in a busy place, grateful to know all of this is part of me, is me.  I embrace, embraced.

On walking around in the early evening last night, we passed some hanging clear beach balls that from a distance looked like bubbles.  On closer inspection, they contained tiny lights. I sit with symbolism as moments pop passing the light.