Wide open.

Allowing each email, paper, movement, next action to flow to me and flow away from me.  Never  mind finding errors, that’s the flotsam and jetsam of each other moment.  Allow oversleeping to float by with the morning wake up wash.

Dread, sweet dreams, confusion and the puzzle of life is just a jigsaw.  No need fretting about a single piece.  Move on.  Lots more.

Having my imaginary Friend really helps.  To lean on, one young elephant to the old. To talk to, a witness and confidant.  To listen as She sings a ballad of eternal joy, ache and power–that’s what got me here in the first place.

Sing sing singing.