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