Flow is flow.  Life happens, then settles down.  And keeps on happening.  Breath.  Seasons. Nights.  Day.  Light and darkness.  Awake and dream.  Which is which?

Sitting in the fallow of the wave before it rises up again to crest, I sit in pure ease, watching You dance around me.  Memories of You bearing gifts through friends and family.  Reminders of You as the very air that cools my home.

And here for You are the words you send me this morning.  Gratitude and soft acceptance of Your Presence and the waves of this now. And this now.  And that now.  Now.

Onward surfing.