Still in the thoughts of yesterday, stitching a stalk of wild Sun Flowers, i tried to remember what i "believed" in back in that time when i wandered away. Was it different? if so, how?
i'm not sure yet. will let it take its time, will let some dreaming take place to tell me, but what i came up with is that it's all pretty much the same. Except Then, there was an incredible Optimism tho, that has softened and frayed at the edges. and i wondered why and what it seems to be is that back then, everything was MY story. I was the central character. And over time i have found myself not in the center at all and maybe have come to a place where i am what i talked about to the kids when they were here….No more No less than Everything. Maybe that's the difference, that i have found self to be part of the Story of All of IT. And if this turns out to be true, there is a great softness to this, and really a great freedom tho not without a great responsibility too. And maybe this is what makes this time feel Right.

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