Rooted in the family tree, I ponder my place and allegience to it.
There are endless ruts of great majesty in the emotional tides of being an Urdang,
Rather late in the day, I stand, determined to avoid the distortion of being right over being happy.
And look beyond the island of self, toward the horizon of humanity.
What stares back is a glorious mess; seasons and people coming and going faster than a sigh.
As my mother would say, ‘Such is life.’