today feels a little caught between the worlds, not quite in rhythm so it helps to be reminded of the spark in me, the spark in you where the map, the blueprint is eternally lit… i also love coming home to the heart, a sacred space in nature, tahoma as it’s known to natives, rainier as it’s known as a park… no matter what it is named, it’s a wonderful backdrop for dreaming, especially when hanging between worlds as the lenticular clouds hovering convey the spacey rhythm of this day…

and now that i have the image, i can drop down into the rhythm and let the kindness of germination, the space between the notes float in the stillness of the dance…