I come to this time - in my life and in the life of the world - with curiosity, a touch of humility, and some hard-earned, if erratic, wisdom. This stance is an odd partner to the crystal-clear dissonance of my momentary but engulfing fear. Together they throb in a disjointed rhythm. They dance, awkwardly, joined without consent.
In my heart, I know that all moments and every moment are ones of transition. And yet I notice that I dwell in that reality only when I am active considering or undertaking profound change. Ah, this is no surprise.
What I know is that I have nothing to do but move along. I pretend to direct this current that is pulling at my body, moving me into the mainstream of my life. After all these years, I am sinking and swimming both, alive to the possibility implicit in failing in new ways. It is what my life, this world's moment, has given me.