That’s what it feels like to change.  But that’s what is needed when a stupid solid “cock-sure” force hits a wall at 90 mph.  I’m barely conscious to see the rough chunks of brokenness around me.  I’m not near the idea of what to do with the fierce breaking apart of my story.

I think I’m together–I’m apart.  I believe I help–but I may be hindering.  I feel in touch–and I am lonely. 

However, moments and more moments I do see myself sitting in the forest.  Allowing the leaves to travel in a symphonic stillness through the air, from branch to sweet carpet of earth.  I watch the sunlight settle through the tall tenderness around me.  I hear the soft nothings twittering and shifting. 

No matter the tears and the anguish and the stories and the fierce hypnotic insufficiencies that plague me, I breathe the fragrance of pines, release all human silliness and drink in Your Love surrounding me always.