Beginnings

Beginnings never end
Merely coil out
Hand over hand
Moment to moment
Lessons that add depth and colour
Whether formal or informal
New chapters they say
In the middle of 

The story
The journey
The passage of time
We are each our own book
Each page is ours to write
Quietly in measured steps or
Energetically in leaps and bounds or
Somewhere inbetween until
We feel each moment complete and full
Passing the legacy of our life 
Gracefully or
With great angst
As we begin our own ancestry.

“I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, 

as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many 

beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)”

~ Louisa May Alcott,  Little Women