My Mid-Age Pa

I see my father in the wrinkled, worn-out, cotton slacks of the middle-aged man ordering coffee with the one friend he has left. 

Inner Umi

So far and so close, these serendipitous things approach… We fear the risks and take a step back from potential open corridors to above and beyond. The world of a small world is minute indeed. Open the door to the unexplored, give it a shot. Love, be loved, and let it go when time is due. Time will heal and give once more. I survived because I believed there was nothing I could not learn or wrap my finger around. Perhaps I was naïve; but fledgling ones who strive for light years are the only ones who might actually make it to that burning star. My Umi told me to follow my own light. And my inner light taught me solo sheds the brightest might. Small world, Harvest moons, and serendipitous accounts…when the world speaks to you in code, those tendrils are more perceptive than we think they are. Follow that gut feeling…follow that intuition. Let’s not be afraid of what the cosmos have collided to.