… In some time. I have been busy. And tired. And confused. And certain. Such a very full time. I have shaken the white jacket and the ideas it entertained. I stretch and crackle with life and freedom. I am committed to growth and it is relentless. I feel like a baby must… Between energized and exhausted I am full of wonder.
I love so many so much. How will I ever touch them all? I can reach out in my dreams, mostly. Please, look for me there. Grab me by the arm. Say something so that I know you know we know. We can practice next time we see each other. There we are free from the pull of the pattern, these seasons so glorious and demanding.
Bunny butts and twitterpation. Daffodils. Dirt. Just, uuuuhhhhh. Everything is so fresh and I just want to lay in it and do nothing but marvel.