I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
“The river” is a thing, but always in motion. So never really the same. It couldn’t be “the river” without its unmoving bed.
“Fearsomeness is false power, and I am not false. Love holds no space for fear. And I AM love…”
“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.” Except to the child-mind and -heart