A soft gray sky allows a dim view of the rolling hills across the sleepy lake.  The mountains are gone completely.  I did not wake the birds.  They were up before me. (I am that I am)  Their underlying symphony rising from the green make it a glorious gray day.The orca rise from the dark and begin to circle in the field below.  The breeze is easy.

Allowing my search for meaning to settle and fade into simple being.  A human simply being.  Like a bird or foraging raccoon or lounging cat.  I bustle and wish to make a difference.  That is what I am I am.  Right now allowing.

Dancing with the labyrinth of life.