A vision of a beautiful year.

As we rise from the ashes. The question on all our lips is, how? How do we rise? What form do we take in our infancy? Can we find joy in discovery? Or just sorrow at what we must leave behind. Stumbling around as the toddlers that we are in this time, we will most likely fall off the couch a few times before we figure out the right way. But the right way is for us to find. When the world turns over what was no longer is.