chubby robin couldn't fly. sometimes i feel like God's chess piece, he moved me to be witness to the injured robin safely crossing the always busy street. one tiny victory sent me home less burdened...sometimes i feel it's a game of hot potato and i've been partnered with atlas. he's got two left feet.

i wake up in the morning. i'm still here. so, down to the little farm across the street, to buy bananas, oranges, and golden delicious apples... cauliflower, plum tomatoes, and little carrot sticks...i've neglected my body how the heck can my soul work right? i've neglected the tai chi i've learned, i've neglected my soul searching sitting still...

i've filled my life this past year with roller coaster romance, coming and going, and cleaning dog butts. it all is a blur now, fast forward button pushed down, never paused. i've entangled my sense of reason in work's petty web, i've dodged the door i've closed to God's muffled back and forth steps...