That is my mantra this week, at least today.  Easy comfortable flow of work, of plans for work, of change, of plans for change, of commuting, of walking, of talking. 

Like a slow clear river in the late winter.  The thaw has not yet swollen the banks and thrown trees and branches strewn on the side.  It is cold water seeping from the glaciers.  Ducks still bob and float, diving for goodness.  Cool refreshing and quiet, the river starts nowhere and ends in the infinite ocean.

Thus does the work, the plans, the drive, the thoughts–smoothly over rocks, around barriers, adjusting the sides, making detours, polishing everything in it’s path with the easy comfortable flow.

Down the river in a small raft, surrounded by fairies, is the Princess of Good, waving at me.  She stops in a small eddy near my feet and rests.  We’ve planned a long picnic here, sitting on the soft moss.  And we chat and sit in quiet for days under the warm sun and stars as She reminds me of her comfortable, easy flow.