I have built my house out of pieces of my life old and new. The pieces fit together sometimes in strange ways leaning a little to the left or to the right. Behind the walls and windows lives a theatre of characters, performing a dramatic balancing act.
We are in love. Watching this being move and surface, swim close and look unblinkingly at us inspires a long slow outbreath. I guess we just can't help but tune ourselves to its rhythm, unhurried, steady and perfectly content in the world that s/he is immersed in.
... a constant struggle. It is easy to be overwhelmed by chaos and to avoid engaging with it but today we were reminded that when we do attempt to return to order that action often makes us aware of hidden resources and inspiration that can lift us out of a stuck place.