all of us, honored ones

I’ve been a forsythia kid my whole spring-time life, and this beautful bundle greeted me in Laurelhurst Park Thursday.

I also got two job rejections Thursday, and passed on an invitation I’ve been waiting for nearly five years. They say you can’t feed your sweet tooth on a picture of marionberry pie. Still, the photo above is all I got when it comes to hoping to share even a sneak peek of how it felt standing there – the blue breeze swaying yellow; the tree green reflecting yellow; my eyes barely a thing but yellow.

I had a lovely cup of coffee at Starbucks earlier, texted Jorge, and back and forthed a long conversation with one of the baristas who said I’d looked familiar since I’d first walked in – one month now – and we figured out that she’d held the same position at the Starbucks in the Mission Hills neighborhood of San Diego, a place I frequented most often while she was there.

Threads, weavings of time and place. Forsythia and coffee. Pretty much just feeling my way along.