In many cultures around the world, eggs and — in particular — chicks are symbolic of new life and rebirth.
So picking up two new chicks today couldn’t have happened at a better time.
In recent days, I have faced serious struggles. I walked into the heart of the storm, and somehow emerged on the other side. Surrounded by the people I most love and cherish. I surface a whole person, perhaps for the first time in a way only experience and age can deliver.
I haven’t blogged in the last year, mostly because the darkness was slowly choking me. Writing these words today is a victory. A reminder of who I once was, and an introduction to the new person I have become.
As these babies peep-peep their way into my life, I welcome this new beginning.
So much awaits us.
