We enter awareness of passage more deeply this time of year.
As I observe the memories of some friends slip apart, I wonder about construction. What memories come together, and why, and how. What stays and what departs?
Meanwhile, I await the birth of a friend’s grandchild. My heart beats with excitement for the journey before him, and for how the entry of a little one affects each one of us.
I keep returning to the image and support of this wooden Christmas tree puzzle, considering how we each stand with our center support as pieces gather around and in us to make a whole.

