Put symbols together. See what happens. Communicate, meaning to make common. To relate over green tea. See what it’s like to break bread over ramen. Put symbols together to stop the closure of the commons of the mind. Why write when one can rhyme? Why sprite when one can lime? Play Flume Monday, you’ll be fine. Bloom. Go to sleep with the divine. Wake up to little white lines in the sky. Marry em before you get d’barium. Life, a solarium without the glass. Quit your job and make it last. Pick your love and make it first.
Never before have I witnessed such an eventful season. The Spring has gone streaking through the corridors of our collective consciousness. Through the quad and into the gymnasium. What I mean is this: Numerous folks in my life are being tickled by the prevailing winds of change. Some are being blown around by these winds. Others are harnessing its force. Altogether, this observation has brought me great joy. I love being alive to see the ways in which people I care for navigate change in the face of FUD (fear -uncertainty-doubt).
As I commune with these freshened souls who bear new shoots in the spirit of springtime, my intention is to build the strength of water, to learn more from birds, and to confidently approach changes in my own life with equipoise and playfulness. To actualize what was once a pipe-dream is an electrifying blessing from cumulus to cattail.
We know very well these times are strange. Carry a compass. Foster an open mind, and an open heart. Keep the quiver close. I have so much to say, but I remain too content to elaborate. This season has been an enchanting one. May your summer be bountiful. Lay beneath the honey locust of your gratitude and bask in the shade of your imagination.