Today I ask myself: Am I at a fork in the road? 

The answer comes: No, I’m a spoon, held in a rounded cup. 

I surrender to the words of Rainer Maria Rilke.

If we surrendered 

to earth’s intelligence, 

we could rise up rooted, like trees.

I knead the soil within, open knots and loosen “nots”, assemble unity.  Marie Curie’s words radiate through:

Nothing in life is to be feared.  It is only to be understood.