+[goodbye Minnesota]+

Bare is the winter branch stripped and torn of its leaves by the wind - exposed, raw and unadorned. Somehow it knows the greatest of changes are those which begin from deep within the hidden root...so it waits, endures. And though the weight of frigid snow keeps it ever bending, it perseveres.

The same is true in life, the hopeful wait the full winter because they believe in the
power of Renewal. They believe in the unseen.

Goodbye Minnesota and all you represented in my life. I was changed here...from the inside. And that is what will be remembered.