To Raise

Late winter whips itself into a maelstrom of activity on large and small scales - from death to birth, to hellos and goodbyes, to political unrest, to the fruition of many months' work, to a new IEP on the table, to a building sense of trust and community, to a heart-shaped necklace for my baby...from a boy, to the repeated dawning that nothing lasts forever. But the gusting tempest has only so much power, for I doggedly clasp the rope of an old faithful anchor. That anchor is here, in an old post called Fly - recycled and renamed for HP. A photographic clue below before you click over to Hopeful Parents:

To Raise