Endings, Beginnings, and Everything in Between

"There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle and a very happy start.” Shel Silverstein

I look at memories of the happy middle today. Living in Durango is coming to an end. Endings are never really happy. Experience is certainly valuable, but endings, not necessarily happy. The memories of the middle will be with me as I leave.

I was inspired while living here. I have had experiences within nature here like nothing I have experienced in other places. All of you living here know what I am referring to. The sky here…wow, the mountains and rivers and streams, the wind that picks up both forecasted and unscheduled. The rocks and forests. I have painted while here, I count 40 canvases and won't begin to count works on paper. Yes, I have been inspired with my writing and will keep most to myself for a personal account of the middle.

Relationships and friendships are straightforward and solid in my neighborhood, as if influenced by the remoteness of life here. I learned I could count on my friends. I have had the opportunity living next door to my best friend. I lived in my lovely home with my constant companion poodle, Murphy. I am miserable to leave his ashes behind, even while embracing the opportunity for a new beginning.

My middle is my present. We all live in the middle and the key as always, is paying attention. I would like to think I have paid attention. I am grateful for those of you who have been in my sphere. I am a lucky one to have the chance at a happy beginning.