it’s the first overcast day in weeks. my mood is much like the morning, slow going and stark.
there are so many undulations in our existence that sometimes they blend together so that we don’t notice. other times trials stand in stark contrast to daily routine. it’s those contrasts which bring opportunity or heartbreak.
we’re told that we have control of our direction. somehow I doubt the trust we hold in this conviction. I prefer the flow of taking what’s given and flowing with it. like riding a wave. or as D.T. once said
“Emptiness which is conceptually liable to be mistaken for sheer nothingness is in fact the reservoir of infinite possibilities.”