I have started writing many times, composed posts in my head and then never put them down in words. I have been working on assimilating the changes, processing slowly pieces of my days, of the past few years. So much has been happening. I am left without words. When you don’t think you can do more, be stretched thinner, you are and you expand stretching further then you knew you could, you do more then you ever imagined. This morning on my walk, I saw a piece of bird wing, feathers everywhere, it reminded me how fragile and impermanent life is. I am grateful to be alive. That I am learning and accumulating small pieces of experience and adding these pieces (even the hard ones) to my life quilt. I close my eyes and imagine a quilt with many different patches, different sizes, shapes, colors, patterns and textures, that is growing large as time passes and new patches of life are added.