Life moves on with the seasons...

So, it goes, day by day. You find out someone has cancer and won't live to see the flowers bloom and so as you ride your horse through the woods, it is especially sweet and treasured, heightened. You live day by day...carpets get cleaned, dog walked, gardens tended, brush cleared, food cooked, elders looked after, sleep blessed when it comes uninterupted by worries. You wake to a cacophony of spring birdsong and are grateful for your dog's nuzzling, your horses' ways of knowing and teaching and lifelong friends and students whoare alive and come to stay with you now and again. And that's enough.