We expect so much from people.
We expect so much from ourselves.
Certainty feels reassuring, safe, cocooning and so we make demands, but rarely am I ever certain about anything.
Just when I believe I have learned the truth I am met with a new wave of water,
I am invited to swim barefoot with heart wide open before coming up for air.
These cycles are alien yet familiar.
Whatever I cling to slips through my fingers.
Hungry for knowledge we scramble for the cliff edge, sheer joy of the drop yet landing on grasses unexpected.
It thrills us and depresses us so.
A softness underfoot beyond our imagination, and a pulsing in the heart leading us into, into, into,
our words a tangle of sounds and gestures each slowly blending into her neighbour.
There is much I do not know and hope to Spirit I never know,
for the wonder is in the forever game of Connect Four and as many connections as I make there are many more I am yet to break.