Rapid fire change moving on the surface of the slow, profound turning of eternity. My eyes are open. Am I missing something? There is so much to do. The voice says to just keep dancing and enjoy. Reflection will come later.
The whirlwind of October continues with a burst of autumn leaves blowing in my face. Beautiful, and lots of raking into piles only to have the kids joyfully jump into them. I am picking up the most important piles first, then enjoying (when I remember too) the colors of all of them.
I want the world to stop long enough to take a compass reading of where I am. But the compass spins with the whirl of life and the forces of the gravities of places, peoples, things in my life keep pushing and pulling at me. My own internal gravities push and pull at me and react with the external pressures. Such a game of balancing, lean this way, lean that way, a moment of perfection, oops I’ve fallen down. Stand up and do it again.