My head is full. There are too many strands that I have yet to bring together. Sixty-five emails await my attention. I am not yet grounded, though I have cleaned the flat from top to bottom. It all helps, as does a proper night’s sleep. I know that my need for order runs deep and that it is an impossibility. Life is not ordered. It is chaos. I need to accept this and move with it, yielding to its precious flow. All is well. All will be well. I am where I am meant to be, doing what I am meant to be doing. All I have to do is remember to breathe and to pay attention. And love. Just love. Just that.
