Again, I’m outside in the early morning dark lit by stars.  I feel the leaves and buds as they begin to rise and emerge from the trees.  I’m aware of the blessing of moving through air,  of how I influence my surroundings either consciously or unconsciously.

All flows in and out and through me.

What am I here to do and be?  

I feel so entwined with the niches in my life, the riches, these words beacon through me, lighthouses guiding fluidity.

John O’Donohue:

I would like to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.