“So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life. “
-Mary Oliver

I stand at the door and watch the flog lift over the lake, and marvel at the beauty as the sun touches the layers on the hills. I panic a bit, as I feel myself slip into complacently, knowing it is safe and will get me through the day. I balk at my yearning for more. Isn’t this enough? I ask. But deep within me I have a longing that just won’t rest. It has taken over my thoughts, invaded my sleep and consumed my every decision.