In that time I have moved house four times. Changed countries twice. Added another son to our household.
I’ve collected two more dogs, a turtle, and a hedgehog.
I’ve planted dozens upon dozens of bulbs in my garden. I’m pretty sure I’ll plant more this year.
I’ve taken one word….turned it over and over…tried a few logos…sketched out some ideas…and set aside my plans to attend to other tasks.
Until now.

Now I choose to step into the ring.
I choose to be the designer of my life, the writer of my own story.
“…from joy, to joy, to joy…”

Come join me….

~ Abby

From Blossoms

BY LI-YOUNG LEE

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward   
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into   
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Li-Young Lee, “From Blossoms” from Rose. Copyright © 1986 by Li-Young Lee.