Part of me is a salmon, fighting upstream slamming myself against the current, insisting on struggle.  Part of me is lazy and once I get that floating raft, lie on it and let the river bounce me downstream.  Human and spirit, heart and head, like a swing I push up and let myself drop with the earth pulling me.

Opening my chest to breath, dropping the air out, I return to a belief that the only truth is nothing.  All is stories.  Thus I spiral and cycle to ease.  The story that comfort and grace is what “does” anything.  Even at the core of persistence and fortitude, perseverance and strength of purpose, is ease.

I declare that today for myself as my story.  My Sweet Lady wrapping her arms around my shoulders, leaning over to read what She says through me, Her delightful giggles tickling my ear.