Today I’ll just give up trying to figure anything out.  Ha.  As if it ever worked, if I ever could.  Life is empty and meaningless, and I am a meaning-making-machine.  I will let the world evolve into it’s own meaning today and watch for signs.

Signs of natural love in bare courageous wintering trees.  Hearing the twitter of tiny sparrows doing their cold weather business cloaked by the forest so open.  Watch the color of sunrise peek behind the gray clouds.  Just let the day be itself and follow like a good camper.

I am willing to watch for signs of the right Path, the proper turn on the Way.  What it would be to truly let Her have Her Way with me.  To be a true and loyal doe for Diana, an attendant to the Deva in the temple, an accolade to the Priestess who journeys, a silent nun to the One.