The Sea is Source whence all emerges, whither all returns, never having really left, including, as I am viscerally aware, me. Drawn to rejoice in the Yellow Rose, its sunshine promise of hope, happy, warmth, and wonder; drawn to plumb the Red Rose depths, its raging fires of power, passion, energy, and love, leading the way to unfolding mystery; I stand apart, rooted in Earth as solo I soar, the lone observer, watching and waiting, seeking connection, longing belonging, which now I find I have always had. Always the child, with giggling glee, firmly grounded while learning to fly; as boundaries crumble, I burst beyond with joyful shout, “Don’t fence me in!”