my initial impulse was to reach for joy that thing that would light me up and set my feet on the floor each morning propel me from slumbered dreams alive and pulsing with vitality and truth it changed morphed into a daily grind before my eyes yet not without seeing without paying some bewildered attention without noticing it was happening as it was happening so this gave me the chance the lucky break to stop the grind and step off the mill to see it rolling away stone on stone wearing and tearing and me not in it me not stuck there after all separate able to decide was this my cross or did I pick up something that was truly mine yet put on upside down inside out could I say I was wearing my truth properly if it had become a millstone rather than a waterwheel I think not I get to I remind myself as I stand to the side of the factory take my smile up to my eyes and into my chest and with a deep breath thank God I get to not just get to but see as well and with a lightness in my step turn round and face forward to where I am going
there joy stands once again clapping hands in thrilled anticipation I am back on course
flow it’s all an excuse to love ourselves and the world back together Nepo tells me so true.