Swimming beneath my thoughts I find …

Rabbits. Everywhere. They’ve hopped into my life as a logo on the bottle of my favorite wine from Cyprus. They’ve squeaked at me through their prairie cousins the pikas from out of the Discovery Channel. But most often I see them simply standing, ears erect, wide silent eyes watching over our back lawn, like small stoic sentinels, present in both summer and winter.

My animal spirit book says I am in a period of great creativity, even that the Rabbit is one of my power animals. I can feel the truth of this swimming up from the dark depths of my thoughts.

But creativity? Perhaps. What I do know is that I’m in a period of great change, requiring nimbleness and fluidity. We close on the Savannah house the week after California. My brother will request the attorney close my parents estate this month.

From here I can see myself, both small and large at the same time. The hallway around me echoes with the sounds of my footfalls and rhythmic breathing. And as I watch, giant doors begin to close, their edges seeming like jaws or claws ready to snap behind me—too close. Either way, avenues to the past are shutting down, their vast machinery grinding to a halt.Windows - one minuteAs the doors close, thunderous and final behind me, I raise a hand in blessing and salutation to all that might’ve been. Then I turn my back on their mute solidity and walk toward another light.