The word renew is redundant–to be new again.  Well, it is a repeat and at the same time, how can you be new again?  But we humans have to “do” this renewal with each breath.  Still here, breathe in, breathe out.  Again.  And again.

Events seem to make fresh, looking like the first time–5 years with a comfortable companion, looking for another job at this age, being so freaking grateful that it is not snowing.  Yet under the sun, is anything new?  And if it is not new, if it is a recycling of what was yesterday, in history, for someone else, so what about that?  Can we live on a path of changing-same-changing cycles?

Trees do it.  Birds do it, grass does it.  New and the same.  As a human, my vision is to create something unique.  I will create a branch on me the tree, sprout a blade of green that cracks concrete and wave my hands in the clouds with a new flair.

Leaning on Her inside me completely–thoroughly throwing myself on the path of Heaven–only then can I be in balance anew each moment.