Open Up

The more space you have, the more you can fill. I don’t mean this literally. Spiritually.

What moves us moves everything. The life force we animate — do we think we’re the only ones? Isn’t it more enriching to say no? To see the green in the leaves is to draw a new breath. The kindness of a branch, yielding for the hummingbird, is the bend in my toes doing a pirouette in the sand.

Why try to limit what is magical? Because I’ve seen the truth caged, like a surly-tempered dragon with its shiny, spiky hoard.

How can we control what we didn’t create? Love breaks all the boxes, making room, unfurling time.