I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
Whom shall I love? “Whichever one needs it most in the moment.” For she or he is the Christface set before me.
“The river” is a thing, but always in motion. So never really the same. It couldn’t be “the river” without its unmoving bed.
Layered, cyclical Ordinary, phenomenal Predictable, mysterious Like love