The ending has begun…please cue Prince’s Purple Rain. I have so many tasks to accomplish before the lights dim, before the sound stops, before I turn, pausing for a moment, and walk away.

As I felt in the beginning, I feel even more so now: spread too thin. In the words of Bilbo Baggins, it’s like “butter over too much bread.” Of course, I would not prefer it any other way…

…even in this time full of deadlines, the self, the spirit comes to life in new ways. What I have learned gives birth to possibilities, to plans, to new parts of the self taking their first voyages out into the world. There is belief and action, hope and imagination, loss and gain. All is bright and beautiful.

All that I have juggled, balanced, stretched over too much bread has calloused the hands, fattened the body, and colored the eyes…purple…perhaps. There is a life in flight, moving off into the beyond. Beyond the beyond… Cue the Prince…and let it rain.

…together in the struggle…

…until next write…