In the midst of the cultural call to be “normal,” those who follow the Tao seek to open my life as I allow the Way to move me.  The river of life can show me unlimited possibilities for each moment, soothing me with examples.

The trees bend in the wind, but do not move to another yard.  The bushes let the racoons push them here and there, but do not need to find another forest.  The ever-present grass is thick and resilient to my trudging steps. 

I bow to the wisdom of the Divine Path around me, rushing rapid rivers, endless deep dark misted mountains, silent gray-green winding lake.  I breathe in the grace in gratitude.