The now is the point of power and Presence.  The now is all there is.  The past is a holographic perception, the future is fantasy and fear.  We are time/space beings this time, so we have to play with these toys we chose. I am rich in this swinging playground, one minute hyperventilating in fear and the next confidently dressed and ready to impress.

Rich and comfortable in my presence.  It is not really a purpose, or a job, or a task or a career, just to be me easily.  My walk gave me some pointers.

The job of the rain is wet falling.  The career of the poplar is quick growth.  The day of gravel is to crunch and break apart, sink in, wash out.  Grass does its duty diligently–hold on and spread.  The briars have an experienced resume: twining, twisting, pushing reviving and fruiting again and again, season upon season.

Leaves on tree tops holding on.  Are they not ready?  Being stubborn?  Getting the last look at dawn and sunset?  Wind and season will release them in perfect timing.