A multitude of tasks and their stressor partners slow-dance around my house like dust motes in the sunlight; I am happily, if overwhelmingly engaged in the actions of living.
Every so often pressures collide with sensibilities and swirl the dust mote dancing into a frenzy. Through and over all of this a thin cicada song of anxiety – I’ve mostly learned to ignore this, like the writer who works beside a busy train track. Some days are better than others.
I am doing my utter best to lay solid groundwork that will take me/us somewhere new, satisfying and truly relevant in these times. To connect need to need in a way that can reveal surprising, intersected solutions.
To make functional use of art and music, in valuable and valued service.
Need to need, like bee to flower. Then honey, more flowers, a resplendent spring.
I seek nothing less than an active, challenging, collaborative peace.