I trust that today was enough. That I am enough. This moment at the end of the day is nothing but beautiful. It is filled with the weighted blanket of my own fatigue, saturating me.
I want to lie down in bed and release the events of the day from my body. I want to travel in the dreamscapes of the underworld, and emerge renewed. I want to plunge into the waters of the infinite, leave my body to rest while my spirit soars without boundaries.
It is inches away from me. All that is left is my promise to write words and release them to the wild. Please, life, let my work and my writing touch the wild heart of this life. I want to be a servant to what is real.