Dark and beautiful

It seems like years since I've gotten on here - mired as I've been in my ridiculous work snafu.

But I did the difficult deed today - confronted my fears and my peers as well -

and tomorrow the sun will likely still be shining.

I think I know now what a 'whistle blower' feels like, and it's not a fun place to be.

Summer has arrived yet again in great Northwest,

bringing cornflower skies, light that carries heat

and everywhere the heady scent of nicotiana, mock orange and sweet cicely.

Recent days have been bittersweet.

I have been moved and motivated by the blogs from Bookworm and Fossil Guy -

they have become my standard for facing life head on and living every moment.

I am clearing out closets - in my house and in my head -

getting rid of the unnecessary and the unused, making room for whatever comes next.

I have also been motivated to seize the day by events in two opposing corners of my world.

Here on the West coast, a friend of mine was found dead.

She overdosed on alcohol and ocycotin; dying alone, in someone else's house

as strangers in the next room partied on without her.

While on the other coast, a friend in Florida heads

toward the bone marrow transplant that just might keep him alive.

And in between,

beneath the same sun and moon?

All those I know, and the millions I do not,

continue their dance

to music dark and beautiful.

Choosing moments of their own

and holding on

or letting go.

With thoughts of T, gone at 25.

And M, still reaching for 30.

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