
Mists through these canyons
Flute playing ghosts echoing
As life continues
Facing Forward

Mists through these canyons
Flute playing ghosts echoing
As life continues

There are many fears
They will never be lonely
I can leave them be
It’s so hard, sometimes, to disentangle from my fears. They are so deeply interwoven into my life. Yet I’ve rooted out many over the years.
May you be freed from fear’s inertia. From its attempts to rob you of joy and wonder.
And may your Sunday recharge and invigorate you.
Another morning
Dreaming crafting the greatest future
Sitting silently