I look up and witness change.
All around me it’s all I can witness
Like a constant reminder that my life is never going to be the same.
The trees shed their pretty summer coats
And in a burst of brilliant colors flash away.
Just like my whole world was changed with a flash before my eyes.
Do they long to go back I wonder
To how they were in those long days of summer filled with joy and laughter.
Or are they content with this new normal they have been forced into.
The red of these leaves burn like the fire inside my veins from the pain of my life.
Why did my father have to die I wonder.
Like the bright red blood that left his body
So the trees lose their bright red leaves in exchange
For freedom.
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Noah Hagedorn
What does someone from the midwest have to offer right? Well if you dig down into the layers, you would find someone from a blended family, a musician, coffee roaster, boat builder, husband, poet, and a lot more that might surprise you.
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Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
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