i was browsing thru my notebook
of notes i scribble to myself.
and i found something that made me smile.
i’m just going to type out what i have scribbled here.
and i mean scribbled.
it’s not written to be coherent to others.
and yet…who knows…
i will type it out and just leave it for you.
– what’s the process to becoming real?
what is it i want?
to be present.
to live with a knowing.
to open to my day.
how do you trust all that life flings at you and around you?
…it was the wind that made me understand this –
it takes the wind to push and bump and crash the chimes
for them to make their music. –