Releasing our story flowers into the river past;
Remembering how they first came to us;
Unexpected blessings --disguised as troubles.
All those random moments we thought meaningless
Wove through this life
Now appeared suddenly connected
Like a highlighted textbook
but distracting the eye from the rest of the words
From the rest of the world
That spun me in those times.
Now brightly, clearly, legibly
Burned in my memory
Stored for later use as lessons learned
Origami made from petals
From our flower books
Leaf upon leaf
of life, loss, love, pain, joy.
Fragile paper blooms flipping over in the air falling from our hands outstretched from the bridge
Swinging closer toward the rushing mountain spring water
Once touching a tip of wave
Each memory is absorbed and tugged furiously away.
Gliding quickly down the river past.
We breathe in and out
letting them all go.
Each and every one is released.
Turning to face upstream
Upwind moss fills our lungs
Pokes new life through the melting snow
Fresh earthy blessings disguised as troubles and mischief waiting to be had
Rushing toward our open arms
Willing to learn or unlearn some new wisdom