May this moment of my being be a

drop in the ocean breathing

Life and death and meaning

Into everything

May this portion of my silence

Be a blissful reminder

Of the mounting Chorus building

To what already is

Thank the rocks and thank the river

For helping me remember

That change will come to pass

Whether slow or whether fast

This Sunday is a bit of a check in.

A bit of a centering.

A time to become in touch with where you are at.

Sometimes there can be a stasis that occurs between our outer lived life and the inner makings of what we are feeling. Efficiency may start to preside over emotion.

The work of today is to give yourself permission to be inefficient…

To circle back around to three risky and necessary questions,

What do I love?

What will it cost?

How much am I willing to pay?