What comes next… so many amazing things… a settled assurance or re-assurance in myself – in my body – in all of the things I am capable of doing…
A settledness – a nesting – a new form of flight – a launching – untethering from old ways old patterns – not chords bound and stretched so taught that they snap back in an aggressive or regressive manner… more like a hot air balloon floating diagonally upward and with this new movement the small twinkling, glistening spiders’ webs gently detach as softly and gracefully as a bubble bursting in the sun.
This lifting – this levity comes with a few stones in my basket – to keep me grounded and here. now.
where rivers are born 