2011 was a year of change. There were the years 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009. And in 2010, I was frustrated that everything was completely the same. But 2011 changed…everything—some by my choice and some not.
2012. Is it the end of the world? Is it change? Is it rebuilding? Thankfully, the sun always rises and we can look forward to…the future. I haven’t talked to a fortune teller yet, but only time will tell.
The year began innocently enough with a familiar face.
I said an ambivalent goodbye to the ocean.
Toad revels in the colors.
And in the midst, we are playing catch but will we falter?
I focus on sweet innocence to ground me.
Walt Disney found simplicity but I am in color.
The walls begin crumbling but we don’t know it yet.
And then suddenly, what I kept separate for so long start to collide.
Simple things from my parents are so comforting.
I look out further and am starting to feel ok.
The music box holds a message for us.