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  • I forgot to tell you and now a season later I remember, and need, to tell myself.
    Balance can be achieved for a time like a summer handstand - a brief triumph.
    Balance is achieved as wisteria wraps around railings and the metal rusts away while the vine blooms.

    In the short days and long nights of the Solstice season there is an imbalance that is a counterpoint to the outgoing nature of summer.
    Winter offers a chance for reflection that is sometimes dark and heavy, but lays the groundwork for a coming re-affirmation.

    Sometimes the holiday season is oppresive with the forced gaiety, or joy on demand.
    That feeling of the excitement of life, or awe, cannot be wrapped in a shiny box or given on a calendar day as we are trained to think as children.
    Lately I have found that lost joy, found it hidden deep inside of a block of wood, after weeks of patient carving. A mysterious form emerged and renewed my sense of wonder.
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