That’s what the essence of life is, all, nothing and then something completely different.  The Tao says, “She who knows does not talk.  She who talks does not know.”  Thus a dilemma of a know-it-all, HA! 

But overflowing is something different.  Rather than telling what I know (which, by the way, is useless for YOU), I’m given words that are to be sung.  The brilliance of our continuous connection AS the waves of the Divine Ocean is a melody that fills me up and begs to be shared.

This light-song comes from within and is teased out by nature.  But the view changes, just like the seasons.  One minute I see the seed, and with a flash turn of the head, there is a bloom.  A year or two later, there is a rigid bare branch, or a sidewalk, or nothing.  Stories and memory are part of my palette here, though, and I draw on them every second.

What is fun is that we are traveling along a changing landscape, each of us different yet the same.  So if I talk about an old friend, or death, or self-pity, or beauty, you have your memory/story that follows along–and makes it uniquely yours.

What a kaleidoscope this rainy morning is here.  I call upon my Play Mate, the giggling Gypsy Fairy Godmother.  Let us dance the universe into a day of color.