Grounded.

Deep within every one of us is the equilibrium of flight.  From our limited vantage point of mortality, a sense of purpose. We know what we are born to do, even in the absence of meaning.  No matter what it looks or feels like, we are moving towards remembering.

It’s never really about the what or how much, it’s the weight of stillness that defines our path.  If only to sustain the courage to be that awkward other part of ourselves. It’s there we etch our clumsy space.  And in the remains we

Soar.

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