2-3-25

Left alone to wander through this moment of life.

As I proceed, loosing beliefs as I go, I find myself feeling more present.

I seem to have fewer questions, less need for answers.

This week I have seen an owl and a coyote.

Two creatures of the night, showing up in the middle of the day.

Two gifts that will be remembered, long after wrapped gifts are forgotten.

And now what’s next?

Perhaps a dream tonight, an improbable irrational event that mocks my grip on reality.

I pray that surprise, confusion and uncertainty be mainstays in my day and in my life.

That my life never fit into the same box that it fit yesterday.