Little slashes of red and purple upon a door way. Each sketched year after year as a marker of time, growth, and love. Committed to wall, via permanent marker, in fear I should forget just how small they were at 2 years old and 3 years old; the year we moved into this home. This home, we at one time, thought would be our "forever home"; who knows, maybe it still will be. I no longer claim to know anything about the future. The present seems chaotic enough. This life, which seems so chaotic and ever changing is a beautiful one, each event a thread in the tapestry of this wild and precious life. I am currently working on greeting every new changing chaotic event that knocks at my door as a guest; welcoming them all, as Rumi so poetically put it. My current guest being fear and sadness as I stare at this wall where these little children stood at one time, looking up at me with excitement and such pride as a I sketched their little line. This week these lines will be painted over in order to welcome the next family into this home, just as I welcome these feelings of fear and sadness; fear of change and sadness of potential loss. Today, I choose to embrace them all as evidence that I am alive.